Wandering Singers Poem by Sarojini Naidu

Wandering Singers

Rating: 3.4


WHERE the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,
All men are our kindred, the world is our home.
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.
What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow?
Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go.
No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait:
The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indranil Bit 01 February 2018

very touchy lines especially the last two lines

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Khushi pandey 25 December 2017

Very nice lyrics

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Indranil Bit 01 February 2018

the last lines are really touchy

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Bijay Kant Dubey 09 May 2021

There is nothing as joy or sorrow to hold them back. They are but folk singers, wandering singers. Music is their passion and wandering is their life-style. They move from towns to towns, forests to forests, villages to villages. Where the night will spend, none can say it.

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Bijay Kant Dubey 09 May 2021

Wandering Singers is all about the folk singers and artistes of India and their troupes wnadering through the forest tracts and the streets, singing of some battle lost or some tragedy befallen.

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kunjal bansal 26 October 2020

i am in 6th class and this poem is in my book it is a lovely gorgeous beautiful poem ever i have listen its lines are heart touching

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Sourav choudhary 12 February 2019

I LOVE THIS POEM.

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preethi k.A 26 February 2018

Thanks for your help

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Sarojini Naidu

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