poet Sarojini Naidu

Sarojini Naidu

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  • 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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    Excellent

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    Poem of sarojani nadu

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Best Poem of Sarojini Naidu

Indian Weavers

WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,
Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .
Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,
We weave the robes of a new-born child.


Weavers, weaving at fall of night,
Why do you weave a garment so bright? . . .
Like the plumes of a peacock, purple and green,
We weave the marriage-veils of a queen.


Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the moonlight chill? . . .
White as a feather and white as a cloud,
We weave a dead man's funeral shroud.

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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