The Bangle Sellers
- Sarojini Naidu
Bangle Seller are we who bear
Our shining loads to the temple fair…
Who will buy this delicate, bright
Rainbow-tinted circles of light?
Lustrous tokens of radiant lives,
For happy daughters and happy wives.
Some are meet for a maiden's wrist
Silver and blue as the mountain mist,
Some are flushed like the buds that dream
On the tranquil brow of a woodland stream,
Some are aglow with the bloom that cleaves
To the limpid glory of new born leaves.
Some are like fields of sunlit corn🌽,
Meet for a bride👰 on her bridal morn,
Some are like the flame of her marriage fire,
Or, rich with the hue of her heart's💓 desire,
Tinkling, luminous, tender, and clear,
Like her bridal laughter and bridal tear.
Some are purpal and gold flecked grey
For she who has journeyed through life midway,
Whose hands have cherished, whose love has blest,
And cradled fair sons on her faithful breast,
And serves her household in fruitful pride,
And worships the gods at her husband's side.
Hope you like this beautiful poem by Sarojini Naidu
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