Poems ✍️
  17.08.2025
  6

Author: Sarojini Naidu

The Gift of India

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


  sacrifice Duty loss

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