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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From guest shubhangi (contact)
can any body explain me the meaningof this poem please...
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If you look at the comment directly preceding this one you'll see I already have!! -
My own view of this wonderful poem is that it was written from the point of view of someone in the autumn of life.
Perhaps wondering why they have outlived their dreams. Perhaps lamenting children who have, like leaves, left the tree and moved on.
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wow
this is a very nice poem & i m a big fan of sarojini naidu poems but i could not understand the poem so can any one send me the meaning of this beautiful poem -
i liked this poem as its wording s r good
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Sad, moving and full of emotion and wonderful expression and imagery. It felt like a song as I read. sharon
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FABULOUS.....I LIKED IT. ONE OF THE BEST.
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beautiful.
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