This is an honorary account carrying the literary creations of late Sarojini Naidu.
"Lightly, O lightly we bear her along, She sways like a flower in the wind of our song" "Lightly, O lightly we bear her along, She sways like a flower in the wind of ou...
"Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, The sunset hangs on a cloud.." "Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, The sunset hangs on a cloud.."
"Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light.." "Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light.."
"WEAVERS, weaving at break of day, Why do you weave a garment so gay?" "WEAVERS, weaving at break of day, Why do you weave a garment so gay?"
"HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead, Here in this wood let us fashion a fu... "HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead, Here in this wood...
"Cover mine eyes, O my Love! Mine eyes that are weary of bliss" "Cover mine eyes, O my Love! Mine eyes that are weary of bliss"
"Men say the world is full of fear and hate, And all life's ripening harvest-fields await" "Men say the world is full of fear and hate, And all life's ripening harvest-fie...
"CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams" "CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems Life is a lovely stalactite of dr...
"ONCE in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood" "ONCE in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood"
"LIKE this alabaster box whose art Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart" "LIKE this alabaster box whose art Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart"