(13 February 1879 - 2 March 1949 / Hyderabad / India)

Autumn Song

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?

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Very nice poem caught fully the atmosphere of Autumn
Nice i love it
Wow! A lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.
a perfect knit of words and emotions! ! !
My favorite lines: " My heart is weary and sad and alone/For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone" A captivating piece of poetry by the great poetess Sarojini Naidu, the nightingale of India!
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