Indian Weavers By Sarojini Naidu

Indian Weavers By Sarojini Naidu WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,We weave the robes of a new-born child. Weavers, weaving at fall of night,Why do you weave a garment so bright? . . .Like the plumes of a […]

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 […]