I am just a cotton fiber,
with no strength of my own,
fragile enough to catch fire easily,
getting soaked by a drop of water,
blown away even by a gentle breeze,
floating on water getting drifted, and
flowing down fast to the ocean.
As I join and cooperate with my fellow fibers,
I start gaining strength immeasurable,
not getting blown away easily by air,
as we fibers stay together connected,
not getting separated and drifted.
The spinning wheel Charkha made thread of us,
threads woven together as clothes
to cover the nakedness,
providing protection against
hot and cold winds from all sides.
The threads threaded together make a rope,
small ropes roped together make a giant rope,
gaining enough strength to pull to shore,
even a giant and fully loaded ship,
to the shore for safety from strong winds and waves.
What matters it if I am a simple cotton fiber,
so long as the Spinning Wheel Charkha is there,
to join the fibers together as a thread, and
threads threaded together making a giant rope.
Mahatma Gandhi loved Spinning wheel Charkha
and, he found time for daily spinning as to his daily prayers;
while spinning he saw between his fingers
what wonder the cotton fibers can do
but for their cohesion and cooperation
like water drops to the ocean,
learning which he brought together
the otherwise divided Indian people,
to fight together non-violently
and made the British colonialists
flee India giving it the freedom,
the people loved and longed for so long.
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