Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
(Sarojini Naidu)
More Poetry from Sarojini Naidu:
Sarojini Naidu Poems based on Topics: Sadness, Joy & Excitement, Fairness- In The Bazaars of Hyderabad (Sarojini Naidu Poems)
- In Praise Of Henna (Sarojini Naidu Poems)
- Suttee (Sarojini Naidu Poems)
- In Salutation to the Eternal Peace (Sarojini Naidu Poems)
- THE INDIAN GIPSY (Sarojini Naidu Poems)
- In The Forest (Sarojini Naidu Poems)