a poem by Premchand Gandhi

We learnt the art of weaving
from spiders, and the same calmness

we loved the violet cotton flowers
as a foetus

when the cotton-fruits got ripe
we cared them as a nurse

on the spinning wheel
we made the moon-like thread-balls

put the nails on the earth
started the making-process

thus we adorned the earth
with it’s first ever sheet of threads

when the first ever cloth came out
by the art of our hands
the human being learnt
the art of living civilized