Sarojini Naidu

(13 February 1879 - 2 March 1949 / Hyderabad / India)

In Praise Of Henna - Poem by Sarojini Naidu

A KOKILA called from a henna-spray:
Lira! liree! Lira! liree!
Hasten, maidens, hasten away
To gather the leaves of the henna-tree.
Send your pitchers afloat on the tide,
Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,
Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,
The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree.


A kokila called from a henna-spray:
Lira! liree! Lira! liree!
Hasten maidens, hasten away
To gather the leaves of the henna-tree.
The tilka's red for the brow of a bride,
And betel-nut's red for lips that are sweet;
But, for lily-like fingers and feet,
The red, the red of the henna-tree.


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  • Lungelo S Mbuyazi (12/3/2017 2:35:00 PM)


    Nice rhyme, enjoyed reading this poem.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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