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Nice poem

The poem is excellent Is she a Indian poet

We are weary, my heart, we are weary, so long we have borne The heavy loved burden of dreams that are dead, let us rest, Let us scatter their ashes away, for a while let us mourn; We will rest, O my heart, till the shadows are gray in the west. a very fine poem of Poetess of India Sarojini Naidu

Very useful for recitation

It is an amazing poem This poem has inspired me a lot

Good poems

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Mind blowing pome

Nice poem

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That was a very nice poem

Sarojini Naidu was named the Nightingale of India. Her poems reflect the dreams and heart burns that prevailed during the freedom struggle. Underlining all her poems of nature and beauty, is the strong scent of patriotism. To quote: But soon we must rise, O my heart, we must wander again Into the war of the world and the strife of the throng; Let us rise, O my heart, let us gather the dreams that remain, We will conquer the sorrow of life with the sorrow of song.

The dead dreams are supposed to be burnt still new dreams comes in mind which is natural. The great poetess had written this poem and likes.

Amusing, It painted a vivid picture of the Indian village and its sceneric beauty.

After burning all dead dreams, we must rise again and gather the dreams that remain. The birth place of Inidan poems, Orissa and Bengal.Poets like Kabi Samrat Upendra Bhanja, Jaidev, Kabisurya BAladev Rath, RN.Tagore, Perhaps poems are a natural corollary to peaceful living that started from agriculture along The basin of River GAnges.

The dear dreams that are dead! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

An amazing poem with beauty, rhyme and rhythm- - - To bury the dead dreams and dream a new dream. To quote from this lovely poem- - - We are weary, my heart, we are weary, so long we have borne The heavy loved burden of dreams that are dead, let us rest, Let us scatter their ashes away, for a while let us mourn; We will rest, O my heart, till the shadows are gray in the west. But soon we must rise, O my heart, we must wander again Into the war of the world and the strife of the throng; Let us rise, O my heart, let us gather the dreams that remain, We will conquer the sorrow of life with the sorrow of song. -

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