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

Comments about Sarojini Naidu

  • 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

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

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

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

    Excellent

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/12/2017 10:25:00 AM)

    What a poem! ! Any one would appreciate.
    Perhaps that is why you were called the Nightingale of India

    A rare bird of the great forest of poetry indeed.
    Your poetic influence can silence all high sounding pens of the modern days! !

  • Muhammad Haris (9/20/2015 3:00:00 PM)

    i lov your poems despite your dead but you are still alive

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (5/11/2014 12:19:00 AM)

    To assess Sarojini Naidu is to determine so many things, first of all she is a Bengali and to the Bengalis poetry is but second nature as she has got her sentimentality as a part of that emotional psyche and the other part being given to Dr.Naidu, as for love-marriage in stiff opposition, considering caste, class and the barriers of the then conservative times. The other thing is this that Mahatma Gandhi gave her the title of the Nightingale of India, but the same ceased to remain a poetess after. she joined politics and left writing. Though a song-bird, but her poetry often lapses into loose sentimentality rather than settling into dust to mark ground realities and bare facts. A reader and believer in Gray's unassessed talents and geniuses, unappreciated and overwhelming wild blooms and the unknown citizen of Auden, I cannot think of giving the title to anyone, why not be she? Many a talent goes waste before it is recognized. There should be someone to bring it to light.

  • Sri Lakshan (7/10/2013 7:01:00 AM)

    I like your poems! I am interested in 'Autumn Song. Your are the real nightingale of India! !

  • Brandon Hurley (7/3/2013 8:41:00 PM)

    Hello, I am interested in using the poem Cradle Song to use for lyrics for a song. How would i go through the process of getting approval from you. The song will not be published or used by anything with out my permission. I am college student looking to create music for my singing group. Please respond so I can talk to you more about this topic.

  • Umesh Modi (1/30/2009 3:00:00 AM)

    One of the excellent person & human being

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.

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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

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