Quote#Nature
Caprice
Quote bySarojini Naidu · 1879–1949
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Her poem in.
English (original)
Caprice You held a wild flower in your finger -tips, Idly you pressed it to indifferent lips, Idly you tore its crimson leaves apart... Alas! It was my heart You held wine-cup in your finger-tips, Lightly you raised it to indifferent lips, Lightly you drank and flung away the bowl…, Alas! It was my soul. Page 153
— Sarojini Naidu
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