LIKE this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.

Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.

by Sarojini Naidu

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This is a good message that Sarojini gives
Very nice I am proud of sarojini naidu
Good poem
Beautiful and heart warming. Thank you for putting the collection together. I enjoy the site thoroughly.
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