Poems of Sarojini Naidu
|41.||The Soul's Prayer||4/7/2010|
|42.||To A Buddha Seated On A Lotus||1/1/2004|
|44.||To My Children||1/1/2004|
|45.||To My Fairy Fancies||1/1/2004|
|46.||To The God of Pain||1/1/2004|
LIKE this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.