poet Sarojini Naidu

Sarojini Naidu

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Comments about Sarojini Naidu

  • 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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  • Aditya (3/17/2018 8:21:00 AM)

    Faltu poems

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  • Suhani (1/20/2018 6:54:00 AM)

    I love poems of sarojini naidu . She is my favourite.

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  • Shreya purwar (1/17/2018 9:22:00 AM)

    It is a very good poem. I am only 10 years old and I am in 5th class. When our teacher is teaching about wandering singers but I have a question in my mind that is why this poem name as wandering singers.

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  • Abhijit Micky (12/12/2017 8:11:00 PM)

    Mast poems,,, I love this

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  • Shalet (11/20/2017 10:35:00 AM)

    Most inspiring female writer

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  • Naushad. pathan (11/19/2017 3:11:00 AM)

    Looking. So. Nice

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  • Aryan yadav (11/14/2017 9:51:00 AM)

    I am a Big fan of sarojni naidu poem ,,,I love this

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  • Vedant sutar (11/13/2017 10:22:00 PM)

    Excellent

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Best Poem of Sarojini Naidu

An Indian Love Song

He

Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,
Withhold not, O love, from the night
of my longing the joy of thy luminous face,
Give me a spear of the scented keora
guarding thy pinioned curls,
Or a silken thread from the fringes
that trouble the dream of thy glimmering pearls;
Faint grows my soul with thy tresses' perfume
and the song of thy anklets' caprice,
Revive me, I pray, with the magical nectar
that dwells in the flower of thy kiss.

She

How shall I yield to the voice of thy pleading,
how shall...

Read the full of An Indian Love 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,