Sarojini Naidu

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

Sarojini Naidu
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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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  • deekshitha (7/16/2018 10:58:00 AM)

    sarojini naidu poems r very good to read nd one of my fav poem is in tje bazaars of hyderabad

  • deekshitha (7/14/2018 2:37:00 AM)

    my fav poem of sarojini naidu is in the bazaars of hyderabad

  • lavesh rajput (7/5/2018 4:15:00 AM)

    Very nice

  • Ahmer (7/2/2018 4:24:00 AM)

    My favourite poem of sarojini naidu is in the bazaars of hyderabad

  • pranjali arora (6/20/2018 10:04:00 AM)

    one of the best poems of sarojini naidu's is in the bazaars of hyderabad and its my favorite

  • Kshitij Mankar (6/17/2018 5:10:00 AM)

    Awesome

  • Deekshitha (6/16/2018 11:32:00 PM)

    Samantha

  • Choen namkung (6/7/2018 10:11:00 AM)

    yeong gam. euljuneun

  • Alok kumar yadav (6/1/2018 5:04:00 AM)

    l am inspiring the peom very happy

  • Harsh (5/31/2018 12:17:00 PM)

    it inspiring poem😇😇😇

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Best Poem of Sarojini Naidu

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.

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