poet Sarojini Naidu

Sarojini Naidu

#26 on top 500 poets

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  • Safiya (6/19/2019 11:19:00 AM)

    It is nice script

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  • Rashi Bisht (5/31/2019 5:45:00 AM)

    All the poems are very nice. #love them

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  • Vedika rathore (5/20/2019 3:52:00 AM)

    Knowledgeable 👌

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  • ANOUSHKA REDDY (5/17/2019 11:21:00 PM)

    HELLO, I AM A STUDENT FROM FUTURE KID'S SCHOOL, ICSE. THESE POEMS ARE INTRESTING TO READ AS THEY SIGNIFY OUR INDIAN CULTURE.

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  • Samiya (5/17/2019 9:45:00 AM)

    Indian weaver

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  • madhu (5/1/2019 6:22:00 AM)

    they are dope............really love them

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  • Divik (4/18/2019 12:56:00 AM)

    Nice H S S E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E

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  • Deepak Sharma (4/12/2019 8:35:00 AM)

    Poem may be good. but my english is not good, so unable to understand the felling of Poem....

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  • jason (4/11/2019 2:50:00 PM)

    what is the famous poem of Sardinia Nadu

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  • Nikhile (3/31/2019 7:22:00 AM)

    It was very interesting

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Best Poem of Sarojini Naidu

Autumn Song

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
   The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
   The wild wind blows in a cloud.

Hark to a voice that is calling
   To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
   And why should I stay behind?

Read the full of Autumn Song

The Poet To Death

TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs
Where dhadikulas sing.


Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
With all my blossoming hopes unharvested,
My joys ungarnered, all my songs unsung,