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Aspiration (Poem)

With futile hands we seek to gain
Our inaccessible desire,
Diviner summits to attain,
With faith that sinks and feet that tire,
But nought shall conquer or control
The heavenward hunger of our soul.
The end, elusive and afar,
Still lures us with its beckoning flight,
And all our mortal moments are
A session of the Infinite.
How shall we reach the great unknown
Nirvana of thy Lotus-throne?

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Sarojini Naidu

  • Indian poet
  • Nicknamed The Nightingale of India
  • First woman to become the governor of an Indian state
  • Born on February 13th, 1879 and died on March 2nd, 1949

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