Sarojini Naidu

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

Sarojini Naidu Poems

41. The Song Of Princess Zeb-Un-Nissa In Praise Of Her Own Beauty 1/1/2004
42. The Soul's Prayer 4/7/2010
43. To A Buddha Seated On A Lotus 1/1/2004
44. To India 1/1/2004
45. To My Children 1/1/2004
46. To My Fairy Fancies 1/1/2004
47. To The God Of Pain 1/1/2004
48. To Youth 4/7/2010
49. Transcience 1/3/2003
50. Village Song 1/1/2004
51. Wandering Singers 1/1/2004

Comments about Sarojini Naidu

  • 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! !

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  • 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 The song will not be published or used by anything with out my permission.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

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/11/2008 4:44:00 AM)

    your poems give me different colours of life.

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/30/2006 9:23:00 AM)

    Its very apt that Mahatma Gandhiji called her the nightingale of India.

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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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,

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