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May 29, 2022 

The Gift of India

Sarojini Naidu

Is there aught you need that my hands withhold,
Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?
Lo! I have flung to the East and West
Priceless treasures torn from my breast,
And yielded the sons of my stricken womb
To the drum-beats of duty, the sabres of doom.

Gathered like pearls in their alien graves
Silent they sleep by the Persian waves,
Scattered like shells on Egyptian sands,
They lie with pale brows and brave, broken hands,
They are strewn like blossoms mown down by chance
On the blood-brown meadows of Flanders and France.

Can ye measure the grief of the tears I weep
Or compass the woe of the watch I keep?
Or the pride that thrills thro’ my heart’s despair
And the hope that comforts the anguish of prayer?
And the far sad glorious vision I see
Of the torn red banners of Victory?

When the terror and tumult of hate shall cease
And life be refashioned on anvils of peace,
And your love shall offer memorial thanks
To the comrades who fought in your dauntless ranks,
And you honour the deeds of the deathless ones
Remember the blood of thy martyred sons!

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on May 29, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.

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“The Gift of India” appeared in The Broken Wing: Songs of Love, Death & Destiny (John Lane Company, 1917).

Sarojini Naidu, born on February 13, 1879 in Hyderabad, was an Indian poet and politician. The author of several collections, including The Golden Threshold (William Heineman, 1905), she was the first woman to be appointed president of the Indian National Congress and the first woman to become governor of the United Provinces. She died on March 2, 1949.
The Broken Wing: Songs of Love, Death & Destiny
(John Lane Company, 1917)

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