In The Bazaars of Hyderabad (Sarojini Naidu Poems)
What do you sell O ye merchants ?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with ...
What do you sell O ye merchants ?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with ...
SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote. See the white ...
I MUSE among these silent fanes Whose spacious darkness guards your dust; Around me sleep the hoary plains That hold ...
Jaya Surya GOLDEN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your ...
WHERE the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet, Through echoing forest and echoing street, With lutes in our ...
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light, The wind lies asleep in the arms of the ...
SHALT thou be conquered of a human fate My liege, my lover, whose imperial head Hath never bent in sorrow ...
Mens Voices: LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest, Bright and munificent lord of the morn! Thine is the ...
WEAVERS, weaving at break of day, Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . . Blue as the ...
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