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Sarojini Naidu
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Sarojini Naidu Poems
- Palanquin Bearers Lightly, O lightly we bear her along, She ...
- Autumn Song Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, The ...
- Indian Weavers WEAVERS, weaving at break of day, Why do you...
- An Indian Love Song He Lift up the veils that darken the ...
- Coromandel Fishers Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies ...
- In The Forest HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams ...
- A Love Song From The North Tell me no more of thy love, ...
Saroji Naidu also known by the sobriquet The Nightingale of India, was a child prodigy, Indian independence activist and poet. Naidu was the first Indian woman to become the President of the Indian National Congress and the first woman to become the Governor of Uttar Pradesh state. was a great patriot, politician, orator and administrator. of all the famous women of India, Mrs. Sarojinidevi Naidu's name is at the top. 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"
Early Life
She was born in Hyderabad. Sarojini Chattopadhyay, later Naidu ... more »
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Palanquin Bearers
Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,
She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream,
She floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream.
Gaily, O gaily we glide and we sing,
We bear her along like a pearl on a string.
Softly, O softly we bear her along,
She hangs like a star in the dew of our song;
She springs like a beam on the brow of the tide,
She falls like a tear from the eyes of a bride.
Lightly, O lightly we glide and we sing,
We bear her along like a pearl on a string.
Verry well
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Poems by Sarojini Naidu
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Nice idea Jai hind
who wrote the poem The blind beggar boy. The first line is Each morning as I go to school, if I am not too late; I stand and watch the beggar boy beside the temple gate
And it ends oh say what is this thing called light? which I must never enjoy. What is the blessing of sight... Oh. tell this poor blind boy
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