Today's Poem for the Weekend comes from one of India's most well-known public figures. Sarojini Naidu has an amazing biography, which you can read here. She was the first female president of the Indian National Congress, a state governor, a suffragette, and a poet active in India's literary scene. Sometimes called "the Nightingale of India," she died in 1949.
Autumn Song
by Sarojini Naidu
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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