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 West Priceless treasures torn from my breast, And yielded the sons of my stricken womb To the drum-beats of duty, the sabres of […]

In Salutation To The Eternal Peace By Sarojini Naidu

In Salutation To The Eternal Peace By Sarojini Naidu Men say the world is full of fear and hate, And all life’s ripening harvest-fields await The restless sickle of relentless fate. But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born, When from the climbing terraces of corn I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn. […]

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? . . . […]

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 West Priceless treasures torn from my breast, And yielded the sons of my stricken womb To the drum-beats of duty, the sabres of […]