poet Sarojini Naidu

Sarojini Naidu

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  • rajini (8/10/2018 1:56:00 AM)

    very nice and awesome

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  • randy (8/5/2018 3:16:00 AM)

    phaltu hai man.....genius

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  • uma rupekar (7/21/2018 2:22:00 AM)

    show themes of her poems

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  • Akhisree (7/19/2018 10:37:00 PM)

    Sarojini poems are very nice and she poems are interested very nice very nice. Very nice so I am

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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

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  • deekshitha (7/14/2018 2:37:00 AM)

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

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

    Very nice

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  • Ahmer (7/2/2018 4:24:00 AM)

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

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  • 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

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

    Awesome

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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

Corn Grinders

O little mouse, why dost thou cry
While merry stars laugh in the sky?


Alas! alas! my lord is dead!
Ah, who will ease my bitter pain?
He went to seek a millet-grain
In the rich farmer's granary shed;
They caught him in a baited snare,