Poems Of Amazing Poets Like Rabindranath Tagore, Aurobindo Ghose And Sarojini Naidu.
there is a house now far away where once I received love… That woman died, The house withdrew into silence, snakes moved Among books, I was then too young To read, and my blood turned… Read More »My Grandmother’s House By Kamala Das
Full are my pitchers and for to carry, Lone is the way and long, Why, O why was I tempted to tarry Lured by the boatmen’s song? Swiftly the shadows of night are falling He,… Read More »Village song by Sarojini Naidu
Revelation is a mystic poem and reveals a vision. In a mood of spiritual ecstasy, the poet realises a divine vision that has dawned on him. Someone leaping from the rocksPast me ran with windblown… Read More »Revelation poem By Sri Aurobindo
My breath runs in a subtle rhythmic stream;It fills my members with a might divine;I have drunk the infinite like a giant’s wine.Time is my drama or my pageant dream.Now are my illumined cells joys… Read More »Transformation Poem By SRI Aurobindo
Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,With praying eyes and hands elate,With mystic rapture dost thou own,Immutable and ultimate?What peace, unravished of our ken,Annihilate from the world of men?The wind of change forever blows,Across the tumult of… Read More »To A Buddha seated on a lotus-thrown poem by Sarojini Naidu
Waken, O mother! thy children implore thee,Who kneel in thy presence to serve and adore thee!The night is aflush with a dream of the morrow,Why still dost thou sleep in thy bondage of sorrow?Awaken and… Read More »Awake Poem 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… Read More »Indian weavers Poem By Sarojini Naidu
This Is My Prayer To Thee, My Lord- Strike, Strike at the root of Penury in my heart. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows. Give me the strength to make… Read More »This Is My Prayer To Thee, My Lord
Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut? Open thine eyes and see thy God, not before thee!… Read More »Leave this chanting and singing
Where The Mind is Without Fear poem by Rabindranath Tagore Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free where the world has not broken up into fragments by narrow… Read More »where the mind is without fear