हम लोग

Sarojini Naidu If you call me, I will come Swifter, O my love Than a trembling forest deer Or, a panting dove. Swifter than a snake that flies To the charmers thrall… If you call me, I will come Fearless what befall. If you call me, I will come Swifter than desire Swifter than the lightning’s feet Shed with plumes of fire Life’s dark tides may roll between Or, death’s deep charms divide If you call me, I will come.

Sarojani Naidu You held a wild flower in your finger tips Idly you pressed it into indifferent lips Idly you tore its crimson leaves apart… Alas! It was my heart. You held a wine cup in your finger tips Lightly you raised it to indifferent lips Lightly you drunk and flung away the bowl… Alas! It was my soul.