My soul tells me to sink, to give up
But my wheel continues to spin, frail fingers slump.
I am made from some odd piece of wood
But I spin the yarn to make a nation free and good.
Making the country stand on its feet
To give the poorest an honourable seat.
The half clad saint made me his tool
A weapon that shed no blood, a leader cool.
The formidable empire utterly shuddered
The most diverse people now stand united.
Rallying under the tricolor flag
With one aim, Indian for Indians, to tag.
A simple machine, my cloth is rough
The women struggle, their determination tough.
My movement repeats, nothing new
But to make history, done only by few.
Understand
Great Sherin
Timely theme on our father of the nation. A role model for many of us and an answer in many confusing situation….to think about the poor man in the street to whom our actions are going to help.
I have a file for Gandhiji . I will add this to that collection.
I bought a Charka from the Gandhi museum from Delhi years back and still it works.
We used to use charka in ‘ Pakalveedu’ day care center attached to Mental Health center as part of vocational training.
congrats one again
thank you uncle. I had read about charka. Tagore did not like it.repetitive action only.no imagination
sherin