- To YouthSarojini Naidu · 1 min read · 191 reads"O YOUTH, sweet comrade Youth, wouldst thou be gone? "Classics
- The Gift of IndiaSarojini Naidu · 1 min read · 1.1K reads"Is there ought you need that my hands withhold,
Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?"Classics
- To The God Of PainSarojini Naidu · 1 min read · 198 reads"UNWILLING priestess in thy cruel fane,
Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain"Classics
- SutteeSarojini Naidu · 1 min read · 363 reads"LAMP of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath"Classics
- The Poet To DeathSarojini Naidu · 1 min read · 275 reads"TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring"Classics
- My Dead DreamSarojini Naidu · 1 min read · 199 reads"HAVE YOU found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago
You died and I buried you deep under forests of snow."Classics
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