The Gift Of India By Sarojini Naidu

The Gift Of India By Sarojini Naidu Is there aught you need that my hands withhold,Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?Lo! I have flung to the East and WestPriceless treasures torn from my breast,And yielded the sons of my stricken wombTo the drum-beats of duty, the sabres of doom. Gathered like pearls in […]