In plains of Axom where dew drops gleam,
Hajong women, the female supreme.
Patini's swirl, a rainbow bright,
Woven tales in fabric's light.
Skilled hands weave, with practiced grace,
Threads of joy on nature's face.
Yellow, green, and crimson bold,
A story whispered, here it unfold.
From cane and bamboo, thin and tall,
They craft creations, big and small.
Baskets woven, sturdy and neat,
Holding treasures, garden's sweet.
More than beauty, their spirit gleams,
Resilience woven in their dreams.
Hajong women, bold and bright,
Culture's flame, a blazing light.
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