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To The God Of Pain
Unwilling priestess in thy cruel fan,
Long hast thou held me,
pitiless god of Pain,
Bound to thy worship by reluctant vows,
My tired breast girt with suffering,
and my brows Anointed with perpetual weariness.
Long have I borne thy service,
through the stress Of rigorous years,
sad days and slumber less nights,
Performing thine inexorable rites.
For thy dark altars, balm nor milk nor rice,
But mine own soul thought's taken for sacrifice:
All the rich honey of my youth's desire,
And all the sweet oils from my crushed life drawn,
And all my flower-like dreams and gem-like
fire Of hopes up-leaping like the light of dawn.
I have no more to give,
all that was mine Is laid,
a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my cheerless orisons are sung;
Let me depart,
with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
sarojini naidu
great freedomfighter,
poet-
nightangle of india
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