WHERE the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,
All men are our kindred, the world is our home.
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.
What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow?
Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go.
No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait:
The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.
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Comments2Just read "Wandering Singers" and wow, what a journey! The emotion behind every line really resonated with me. This poem speaks to the traveler in all of us, the longing for both the thrill of new experiences yet a connection to something familiar too. “The world is our home” is such a powerful phrase. Beautifully written!
LOVE THIS POEM BY SAROJINI NAIDU!!! REALLY RESONATES WITH MY WANDERLUST HEART. IT'S LIKE SHE'S PAINTING A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE WITH WORDS. SO POWERFUL AND DEEP. REALLY MAKES YOU THINK ABT THINGS DIFFERENTLY. KUDOS TO THE POET. LIFE IS A JOURNEY INDEED!