The Bangle Sellers

Bangle sellers are we who bear
Our shining loads to the temple fair...
Who will buy these delicate, bright
Rainbow-tinted circles of light?
Lustrous tokens of radiant lives,
For happy daughters and happy wives.

Some are meet for a maiden's wrist,
Silver and blue as the mountain mist,
Some are flushed like the buds that dream
On the tranquil brow of a woodland stream,
Some are aglow wth the bloom that cleaves
To the limpid glory of new born leaves

Some are like fields of sunlit corn,
Meet for a bride on her bridal morn,
Some, like the flame of her marriage fire,
Or, rich with the hue of her heart's desire,
Tinkling, luminous, tender, and clear,
Like her bridal laughter and bridal tear.

Some are purple and gold flecked grey
For she who has journeyed through life midway,
Whose hands have cherished, whose love has blest,
And cradled fair sons on her faithful breast,
And serves her household in fruitful pride,
And worships the gods at her husband's side.

by Sarojini Naidu

Comments (19)

Wilt warm the world with peace and dove-desire? Beautiful poem shared.
I think the more poems from his age I read the more comfortable I am with this style of writing- -he is certainly a poet with massive poetic skills
Hast thou perchance repented, Saracen Sun? Wilt warm the world with peace and dove-desire? fine and very meaningful word combinations adds beauty to the poem.... thank u dear poet.. tony
Shining sands! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A Sunrise Song- Sweet and dazzling like the rays of a morning sun. Thanks.
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