The Broken Wing by Sarojini Chattopadhyay Naidu

“Why should a song-bird like you have a broken wing?” – G. K. Gokhalk

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 of renascent light,
Life and our land await their destined spring . . .
Song-bird why dost thou bear a broken wing?

Shall spring that wakes mine ancient land again
Call to my wild and suffering heart in vain?
Or Fate’s 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!

From: Naidu, Sarojini, The Broken Wing: Songs of Love, Death & Destiny, 1915-1916, 1917, William Heinemann: London and John Lane Company: New York pp. 3-5.

Date: 1917

By: Sarojini Chattopadhyay Naidu (1879-1949)

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