Sarojini Naidu

(13 February 1879 - 2 March 1949 / Hyderabad / India)

Sarojini Naidu Poems

1. The Gift of India 2/10/2016
2. The Snake Charmer 4/7/2010
3. To Youth 4/7/2010
4. The Illusion Of Love 4/7/2010
5. The Coromandel Fishers 4/7/2010
6. The Song Of Princess Zeb-Un-Nissa In Praise Of Her Own Beauty 1/1/2004
7. To My Fairy Fancies 1/1/2004
8. Suttee 1/1/2004
9. To The God Of Pain 1/1/2004
10. Transcience 1/3/2003
11. To My Children 1/1/2004
12. The Soul's Prayer 4/7/2010
13. The Poet To Death 1/1/2004
14. The Poet's Love-Song 1/3/2003
15. To A Buddha Seated On A Lotus 1/1/2004
16. Wandering Singers 1/1/2004
17. Ode To H.H. The Nizam Of Hyderabad 1/1/2004
18. The Royal Tombs Of Golconda 1/1/2004
19. The Pardah Nashin 1/1/2004
20. Corn Grinders 1/1/2004
21. Nightfall In The City Of Hyderabad 1/1/2004
22. To India 1/1/2004
23. Indian Love Song 1/1/2004
24. Humayun To Zobeida (From The Urdu) 1/1/2004
25. The Bangle Sellers 4/7/2010
26. Leili 1/1/2004
27. The Queen's Rival 1/1/2004
28. In Praise Of Henna 1/1/2004
29. My Dead Dream 1/1/2004
30. Damayante To Nala In The Hour Of Exile 1/1/2004
31. A Rajput Love Song 1/3/2003
32. Street Cries 1/1/2004
33. Indian Dancer 1/1/2004
34. The Indian Gipsy 1/1/2004
35. In Salutation To The Eternal Peace 1/3/2003
36. Past And Future 1/1/2004
37. Harvest Hymn 1/1/2004
38. Village Song 1/1/2004
39. Song Of A Dream 1/1/2004
40. Ecstasy 1/3/2003

Comments about Sarojini Naidu

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

    Verry well

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  • Gungun (10/10/2018 8:58:00 AM)

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  • Samreen Kadian (9/27/2018 11:39:00 AM)

    Nice idea Jai hind

  • 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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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,

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