Quote by Sarojini Naidu, Wandering Singer
Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,Through echoing forest and echoing street,With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,All men are our kindred, the world is our home.Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,The laughter and beauty of women long dead;The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,And happy and simple and sorrowful things.What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow?Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go.No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait:The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext96/gldth10.txt
Summary
This poem emphasizes the restless and adventurous nature of the speaker, as they are called to explore and wander by the voice of the wind. The lute represents their constant singing and appreciation for life's experiences and diversity. They find connection and kinship with all people, regardless of time or place. The poem recognizes the fleeting nature of existence by referencing cities and individuals long gone. The wind represents their fate, urging them to constantly move forward without attachments or delay, driven by the promise of new dreams and hopes.
Topics
Journeys
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