The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel 1

The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha. When first time I looked At the Wooden Charkha* With a child’s curiosity to know, What it was? I had seen it Without caring and knowing much, What actually the thing was? For me in my childhood days, It was then Just a toy like instrument with wooden wheels Equipped with some simple mechanism To move a wheel from one hand And to take out the yarn On the wheels of the Charkha From the other Emerging like a never ending rope Resembling the heavenly figures Which attracts the viewers In all the classic works of art. To me in those moments The making of the yarn on a Charkha Was like coming out of a magical thing From the white cotton lovely small bales From which the Charkha was Pulling the threads And twisting the thin yarns To make to make it a stronger weaving yarn. The outcome was astonishing In the form of cotton yarn Which the spinner produces On the wheels of any Charkha By his soft and simple hands It was a thing which would have fascinated Any child and even the grownups In those days When the treasure of knowledge Was not so easily available By clicking a button or moving a mouse And simple things used to give us The most delicious pleasures of life Which we try to find and keep searching In every possible places today With the help of innumerable Search engines. I had very little idea in my early childhood How a fabric was made from cotton tree And what it was That we know as cotton Which ultimately gives us The most fascinating comfort and pleasure In the form of our soft and sweet Lovely dresses. Ravindra K Kapoor Kanpur India 24th May 2015 To continue in next…