LAMP of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy vanished spark . . .
Love, must I dwell in the living dark?
Tree of my life, Death's cruel foot
Hath crushed thee down to thy hidden root;
Nought shall restore thy glory fled . . .
Shall the blossom live when the tree is dead?
Life of my life, Death's bitter sword
Hath severed us like a broken word,
Rent us in twain who are but one . .
Shall the flesh survive when the soul is gone?
In the living dark! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Nightingale of India has nicely weaved the verse about death and its power that plucks away light, spark and all activities of a body!
Great rhyming quatrains with lamp, tree and life wonderful metaphors.
(4) ...Then in 1916, she met Mahatma Gandhi, and she totally directed her energy to the fight for freedom. She would roam around the country like a general of the army and pour enthusiasm among the hearts of Indians. The independence of India became the heart and soul of her work. She became The First Prime Minister of India after the Independence.
(3) Loveliest Song, I ever read. Excellent poeem. Fascinating Song. TOP Poetess. One day she met Shree Gopal Krishna Gokhale. He said to her to use her poetry and her beautiful words to rejuvenate the spirit of Independence in the hearts of villagers. He asked her to use her talent to free Mother India.
(2) ....CONGRATULATIONS with the choice of Poem Hunter as the CLASSIC POEM OF THE DAY. Hurray! Especially Felicitations for her great family. Her poems are truly the loveliest Songs in poetic India. She has a very interesting life, so many blessings. Mrs. Naidu is a unique poet and true loveliest human being ever existed.
MRS. SAROJINI NAIDU. was married to DR. Naidu, a non Brahmin, but her father is a progressive person, they do not care what others say, her marriage is a very happy one...........Not only that, but she was truly one of the jewels of the world. Being one of the most famous heroines of the 20th century, her birthday is celebrated as Women's Day and that is on the 13th of February (my second son's Birthday) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life of my life, Death's bitter sword Hath severed us like a broken word, Rent us in twain who are but one.. Shall the flesh survive when the soul is gone? Great write. 10+