At night ,when all is still , The forest's sentinel Glides silently across the hill . And perches in an old pine tree , A friendly presence his ! No harm can come From night bird on the prowl. His cry is mellow. Much softer then a peacock's …
At night ,when all is still , The forest's sentinel Glides silently across the hill . And perches in an old pine tree , A friendly presence his ! No harm can come From night bird on the prowl. His cry is mellow. Much softer then a peacock's …
LET'S WARM UP A LITTLE : In this poem , composed by Sarojini Naidu , the poet describes the various stalls in the bazaars of Hyderabad . The poem is in the form of questions and answers . The poet asks the questions and the merchants answer the…
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hill's When all at once I saw a crowd, A host , of golden daffodils; Beside the lake , beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shi…