Broken Wing by Sarojini Naidu

About Poet

Sarojini Naidu was an Indian English poet. She was born in Hyderabad on February 13, 1879. her father's name was Aghoranath Chattopadhyay and her mother's name was Barada Sundari Devi. Naidu was a great patriot, politician, orator and freedom fighter. She was the first Indian woman to become the President of Indian national Congress and the first woman to become the Governor of Uttar Pradesh. She was known as the Nightingale of India. 

In 1895 she went to England and took admission in King's college London. She was well versed in Urdu, Spanish, Telugu, English, Persian and Bengali. She was married to Dr. Muthyala Govindarajulu Naidu. 

Naidu's love for poetry:

Sarojini Naidu was a very bright and devoted girl since her childhood. Her father aspired for her to become a mathematician or scientist but she loved poetry from a very early age when she was working on an algebra problem and couldn't find the solution, she decided to take a break and in the same book she wrote her first poetry. She wrote "The Lady of the Lake" a poem 1300 lines long, her father came to know that she was more interested in poetry then mathematics or science. He decided to encourage her. With her father's support she wrote the play "Maher Muneer" in the Persian language. 

Major Works

The Golden Threshold (1905)

The Bird of Time: Songs of Life, Death & the Spring (1912)

The Broken Wing: Songs of Love, Death & Spring (1917)

The Feather of the Dawn (1961)

Text 

The great dawn breaks, the mournful night is past,
From her deep age-long sleep she wakes at last!
Sweet and long-slumbering buds of gladness ope
Fresh lips to the returning winds of hope,
Our eager hearts renew their radiant flight
Towards the glory renascent light,
Life and our land await their destined spring
Song-bird why dost thou bear a broken wing?
Answer
Shall spring that wakes mine ancient land again 
Call to my wild and suffering heart in vain?
Blind arrows still the pulsing note 
Of my far-reaching, frail, unconquered throat?
Or a weak bleeding pinion daunt or tire 
My flight to the high realms of my desire?Behold! I rise to meet the destined spring
And scale the stars upon my broken wing!

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