By Sarojini Naidu
(Sarojini Naidu, a poet, fought against the British rule in India. She had the honor of being the first woman president of the Congress Party and was the first woman to be a Governor of the UP.)
You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
Your sweetness in the nightingale, your whiteness in the swan.
You haunt my waking like a dream, my slumber like a moon,
Pervade me like a musky scent, possess me like a tune
Yet, when I crave of you, my sweet, one tender moment’s grace,
You cry, “I SIT BEHIND THE VEIL, I CANNOT SHOW MY FACE.”
Shall any foolish veil divide my longing from my bliss?
Shall any fragile curtain hide your beauty from my kiss?
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See also “Sarojini Naidu: Her Life, Work and Poetry” by V. S. Naravane