The Gift of India by Sarojini Naidu

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  1. mukesh says:

    thank you for this poem summary

  2. Sohini Chakraborty says:

    It was useful.. helpful to me
    Thank u Satya Prakash ji 😊😊

  3. Salman says:

    Thanxx sattu for the above context

  4. Adrita Das says:

    Sir can you please write the critical analysis of the poem. Please send it within Tuesday. It’s urgent. Please!

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  6. Adrita Das says:

    Sir please write it.

    • Satya Prakash says:

      Critical Analysis …
      Sarojini Naidu’s ‘The Gift’ is a lament, a narration of hurt pride, and a ballad suffusing with sympathy and patriotism. The desolation and the trauma of Indian soldiers fighting and dying in far-away lands for a foreign power moved the poet to tears, but she was powerless. She couldn’t remonstrate, nor could she bawl aloud. Any visible protestation would have landed her in jail. All that she could do was to grieve silently, soaking the paper in her front with tears of intense sorrow oozing out of her pen.
      She spoke in the voice of Mother India, bawling for the lost young sons lying dead as rats in beaches, and fields. The minimum decent burial due to a valiant soldier dying in the line of fire was not given to the Indian soldiers, because their land, Mother India, was in chains. Her horror knows no bounds when she imagines the conditions in which the soldiers died. She writes,
      They lie with pale brows and brave, broken hands,
      they are strewn like blossoms mown down by chance
      On the blood-brown meadows of Flanders and France
      That the colonial government didn’t show the minimum decorum to the dead soldiers hurt her all the more. She knew the war would draw to a close sooner or later, but the scar in Mother India’s heart for her lost sons would remain for long time to come. She writes,
      when the terror and the tumult of hate shall cease
      And life be refashioned on anvils of peace,
      And your love shall offer memorial thanks
      To the comrades who fought on the dauntless ranks,
      And you honour the deeds of the dauntless ones,
      Remember the blood of my martyred sons!
      Speaking the voice of Mother India, the poet hopes that one day, the colonial power and the world would remember the sacrifice and the valour of her sons.
      It can safely be said that in the depth of emotion and the power of expression, no other poem of her times could match Sarojini’s literary flourish. She was a diehard patriot, a rebel, and a campaigner, but she lived in an age when women’s rights were severely curtailed. So, Sarojini chose to vent her feelings through this powerful poem, ‘The Gift’.

  7. Adrita Das says:

    Thanks for the answer. It’s really good.

  8. Sumona says:

    sir can you please comment on how is the poem a symbol of patriotism??…only a few words sir…please..

    • Satya Prakash says:

      I will try to, but my answer may not be to your teacher’s liking. I am not a teacher, nor have I done any degree in English. I am just a freelancer.

  9. Sumona says:

    and also about the GIFT spoken about in the poem

  10. It was of great help… Thank you Sir !

  11. pem says:

    In what way is the poem a celebration and yet suffused with pathos?

  12. Soumajit bera says:

    Sir can you comment on prospero’s epilogue? Please

  13. Soumajit bera says:

    Sir it’s already 2 please upload sir

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