"Almost anyone can be an author;
the business is to collect money and fame from this state of being."
--A. A. Milne
We all are familiar with the golden history of Indian literature that can be fairly traced to the 6th century B.C. when the great epics were composed in rhythmical verses. However, the most significant feature of Indian literature is its diversity, which is due to the country's wide cultures.
Rabindra Nath Tagore
He was one of the most-read writers of Indian literature so far. In 1913 he had won the Nobel Prize for Literature. He used to write in all literary genres, as a poet he was internationally recognized.
He was introduced to western readers by an Irish poet W.B. Yeats. Rabindranath Tagore was the first-ever Indian poet to gain a permanent place in the canon of world literature. His poetry expresses intense romantic and mystic sensibilities similar to those of William Wordsworth and William Blake for their mystic and romantic spirit. Gitanjali is his masterpiece and his other works include The Gardener, Fruit Gathering, Fugitive, and other poems.
Jayanta Mahapatra
Jayanta is considered an outstanding Indian poet of post-independence India. Although his poems explore intricate human relationships and a major source for his poetry's vivid imagery is the landscape of Orissa and surroundings. However, Mahapatra's acute and ironic observations of life make his lines appeal to all generations of readers.
Sarojini Naidu, The Nightingale of India
Sarojini was one of India's most famous female poets. Her work is noted for is expression of various shades of romantic sensibilities and fervor with spicy elements of Indian culture and civilization that serves as mirrors to the time from which she belonged.
Major themes of Sarojini Naidu's poems are related to searching for pure love, seeking comfort in natural beauty, and everyday experiences of life.
We present you one of the most read poems by Sarojini Naidu -
A Love Song from the North
Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha,
Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha,
Dreams of delight that are gone,
When swift to my side came the feet of my lover
With stars of the dusk and the dawn?
I see the soft wings of the clouds on the river,
And jewelled with raindrops the mango-leaves quiver,
And tender boughs flower on the plain.....
But what is their beauty to me, papeeha,
Beauty of blossom and shower, papeeha,
That brings not my lover again?
Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha,
Wouldst thou revive in my heart, papeeha
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