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?

by Sarojini Naidu

Comments (28)

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!
How wonderful this is
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, The sunset hangs on a cloud; beautiful poem. tony
BEAUTIFUL POEM. THIS POEM ABOUT THE NATURE.
I love sarojini Naidu poem
See More