poet Sarojini Naidu

Sarojini Naidu

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  • Alok kumar yadav (6/1/2018 5:04:00 AM)

    l am inspiring the peom very happy

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  • Harsh (5/31/2018 12:17:00 PM)

    it inspiring poem😇😇😇

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  • Rahul (5/31/2018 10:46:00 AM)

    Inspiring poems ... 😌

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  • Nivvu (5/30/2018 9:55:00 AM)

    Very good.

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  • Nikhil (5/26/2018 10:51:00 PM)

    Beautiful poems

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  • rishika saha (5/22/2018 11:33:00 PM)

    Lovely and thoughtful poems👍👍👍

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  • Nimra arfin (5/16/2018 7:37:00 AM)

    My most favourite poem of her all time is the bazaars of hyderabad

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  • afiya (4/15/2018 6:58:00 AM)

    beautiful poems of sarojini ji

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  • Ayesha (4/2/2018 11:38:00 AM)

    I like her thoughts

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  • Apoorvadursheti (3/17/2018 10:27:00 PM)

    Your Indian weavers, palaquin bearers, bazaars of Hyderabad, bangle sellers, r just ama

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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.

Read the full of Palanquin Bearers

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,