Sarojini Naidu

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

Sarojini Naidu Poems

1. A Love Song From The North 1/3/2003
2. A Rajput Love Song 1/3/2003
3. Alabaster 1/1/2004
4. An Indian Love Song 1/3/2003
5. Autumn Song 1/3/2003
6. Corn Grinders 1/1/2004
7. Coromandel Fishers 1/3/2003
8. Cradle Song 1/1/2004
9. Damayante To Nala In The Hour Of Exile 1/1/2004
10. Ecstasy 1/3/2003
11. Harvest Hymn 1/1/2004
12. Humayun To Zobeida (From The Urdu) 1/1/2004
13. In Praise Of Henna 1/1/2004
14. In Salutation To The Eternal Peace 1/3/2003
15. In The Bazaars Of Hyderabad 4/7/2010
16. In The Forest 1/1/2004
17. Indian Dancer 1/1/2004
18. Indian Love Song 1/1/2004
19. Indian Weavers 1/1/2004
20. Leili 1/1/2004
21. Life 1/1/2004
22. My Dead Dream 1/1/2004
23. Nightfall In The City Of Hyderabad 1/1/2004
24. Ode To H.H. The Nizam Of Hyderabad 1/1/2004
25. Palanquin Bearers 1/3/2003
26. Past And Future 1/1/2004
27. Song Of A Dream 1/1/2004
28. Street Cries 1/1/2004
29. Suttee 1/1/2004
30. The Bangle Sellers 4/7/2010
31. The Coromandel Fishers 4/7/2010
32. The Gift of India 2/10/2016
33. The Illusion Of Love 4/7/2010
34. The Indian Gipsy 1/1/2004
35. The Pardah Nashin 1/1/2004
36. The Poet To Death 1/1/2004
37. The Poet's Love-Song 1/3/2003
38. The Queen's Rival 1/1/2004
39. The Royal Tombs Of Golconda 1/1/2004
40. The Snake Charmer 4/7/2010

Comments about Sarojini Naidu

  • 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.

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

    Mast poems,,, I love this

  • Shalet (11/20/2017 10:35:00 AM)

    Most inspiring female writer

  • 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

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  • 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.

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


LIKE this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.

Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.

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