IF YOU CALL ME BY SAROJINI NAIDU


If you call me I will come
Swifter, O my Love,
Than a trembling forest deer
Or a panting dove,
Swifter than a snake that flies
To the charmer's thrall ...
If you call me I will come
Fearless what befall.

If you call me, I will come
Swifter than desire,
Swifter than the lightning's feet
Shod with plumes of fire.
Life's dark tides may roll between,
Or Death's deep chasms divide—
If you call me I will come
Fearless what betide.

Note: From The Golden Treasury of Indo-Anglian Poetry by V.K.Gokak (Editor)



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