Category Archives: Sarojini Naidu

13 February 1879 – 2 March 1949, Hyderabad / India

poem – the bangle sellers

Bangle sellers are we who bear Our shining loads to the temple fair… Who will buy these delicate, bright Rainbow-tinted circles of light? Lustrous tokens of radiant lives, For happy daughters and happy wives. Some are meet for a maiden’s … Continue reading

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poem – the soul’s prayer

In childhood’s pride I said to Thee: ‘O Thou, who mad’st me of Thy breath, Speak, Master, and reveal to me Thine inmost laws of life and death. ‘Give me to drink each joy and pain Which Thine eternal hand … Continue reading

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poem – alabaster

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 … Continue reading

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poem – in the forest

HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead, Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red, Here let us burn them in … Continue reading

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Poem – In Praise of Henna 

A KOKILA called from a henna-spray:  Lira! liree! Lira! liree!  Hasten, maidens, hasten away  To gather the leaves of the henna-tree.  Send your pitchers afloat on the tide,  Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,  Grind them in mortars … Continue reading

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Poem – In The Bazaars of Hyderabad 

What do you sell O ye merchants ? Richly your wares are displayed. Turbans of crimson and silver, Tunics of purple brocade, Mirrors with panels of amber, Daggers with handles of jade. What do you weigh, O ye vendors? Saffron … Continue reading

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Poem – 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 … Continue reading

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