The Indian Gipsy

In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace
Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty.

With frugal skill her simple wants she tends,
She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep
On lonely meadows when the daylight ends,
Ere the quick night upon her flock descends
Like a black panther from the caves of sleep.

Time's river winds in foaming centuries
Its changing, swift, irrevocable course
To far off and incalculable seas;
She is twin-born with primal mysteries,
And drinks of life at Time's forgotten source

by Sarojini Naidu

Comments (9)

Like a black panther from the caves of sleep. ......... ......... Time's river winds in foaming centuries Its changing, swift, irrevocable course To far off and incalculable seas; Beautiful lines of great poetry. 10+++
This poem is luxuriating in beautiful poetic lines - - - - - - - - - ] Time's river winds in foaming centuries Its changing, swift, irrevocable course - - - - - - - - - - ]She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep On lonely meadows when the daylight ends, - - - - - - - - - - -]In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee, Lovely lines aren't they?
The rustic beauty and the 'lithe tiger's sinuous majesty' embodied in the gypsy girl is just amazing. The use of metaphor in the last stanza adds to the charm of the poetic expression.
What a poem! ! Any one would appreciate. Perhaps that is why you were called the Nightingale of India. Thank you dear poetess.
Fascinating poem, full of mystery. Very thought-provoking. I like it.
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