poet Sarojini Naidu

Sarojini Naidu

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  • muzaffer (12/3/2018 5:06:00 AM)

    we want a poem

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  • Poem lover. (11/21/2018 3:22:00 AM)

    Very good poems and its emotions too😍😍😍

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  • Poem lover (11/21/2018 3:22:00 AM)

    Very good poems and its emotions too😍😍😍

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  • Prachi Sunil Gohil. (11/21/2018 3:17:00 AM)

    Very very nice songs and I loved them so much😍😍😍😘😘😘

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  • viola (11/10/2018 9:13:00 AM)

    A really great poet.
    just awesome.

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

    SAROJINI NAIDU IS A NICE POET.

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

    Verry well

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  • Gungun (10/10/2018 8:58:00 AM)

    Niccc idea

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  • Gungun (10/10/2018 8:57:00 AM)

    Poems by Sarojini Naidu

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

    Sameer idreeshi

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Best Poem of Sarojini Naidu

Coromandel Fishers

Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!

No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our comrades all.
What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of the sea-god drives?
He who holds the storm by the ...

Read the full of Coromandel Fishers

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,