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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  • viola (11/10/2018 9:13:00 AM)

    A really great poet.
    just awesome.

  • Bhagabat Prasad Hotta Bhagabat Prasad Hotta (10/30/2018 11:59:00 AM)


  • Sarojini naido (10/16/2018 9:19:00 AM)

    Verry well

  • Gungun (10/10/2018 8:58:00 AM)

    Niccc idea

  • Gungun (10/10/2018 8:57:00 AM)

    Poems by Sarojini Naidu

  • Sarojini naidu (10/10/2018 8:07:00 AM)

    Sameer idreeshi

  • Samreen Kadian (9/27/2018 11:39:00 AM)

    Nice idea Jai hind

  • ann hubbard (8/30/2018 4:24:00 AM)

    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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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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