Dear mates, we all know how hard and harsh the handloom weavers' years had been to them. Especially on the rise of polyester, satin, latex, fur, muslin, etc., we have forgotten the long-lost indigenous soft cotton our farmers grow. The cotton, which is when dyed using local organic colours, is separated into thin threads. These are then rolled into yarn and distributed among poverty-stricken handloom weavers of India.
After months of hardwork, precision and artistic weaving, the once-plain threads are transformed into beautiful, gorgeous cotton sarees in various native prints such as kalamkari, worli, etc. That's where the weavers meet their true demons. People, especially the youth, are attracted to synthetic fibres which cause immense damage to one's health and the environment. This results in the decline of Indian handloom weavers and lets our culture die. Below is a heartfelt dedication to the weavers written by me-
Cracked fingertips are what they are left with
Yet never having enough to feed their kith
Rolls of yarn and needles with thread
They leave their injustices untold and unsaid
The walls, the loom, the stained thread are all
Witnesses that constantly do recall
The poor fellow weavers' tearful tale
Their intricate work goes out of sale
Hours of tedious, laborious work
Bankruptcy does fearfully lurk
Worn-out feet that have been pedalling for many a year
At the thought of debt, they tremble with fear
Our tradition and culture doth perish
Letting the current 'trends' flourish
Dear buddies, it's high time
Our the innocents won't be spared a dime!
© Pinnacles
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After months of hardwork, precision and artistic weaving, the once-plain threads are transformed into beautiful, gorgeous cotton sarees in various native prints such as kalamkari, worli, etc. That's where the weavers meet their true demons. People, especially the youth, are attracted to synthetic fibres which cause immense damage to one's health and the environment. This results in the decline of Indian handloom weavers and lets our culture die. Below is a heartfelt dedication to the weavers written by me-
Cracked fingertips are what they are left with
Yet never having enough to feed their kith
Rolls of yarn and needles with thread
They leave their injustices untold and unsaid
The walls, the loom, the stained thread are all
Witnesses that constantly do recall
The poor fellow weavers' tearful tale
Their intricate work goes out of sale
Hours of tedious, laborious work
Bankruptcy does fearfully lurk
Worn-out feet that have been pedalling for many a year
At the thought of debt, they tremble with fear
Our tradition and culture doth perish
Letting the current 'trends' flourish
Dear buddies, it's high time
Our the innocents won't be spared a dime!
© Pinnacles
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