"Is there ought you need that my hands withold

rich gifts of Raiment of grave or gold."

          Ever since British colonism began its Greedy rule in
India, India started loosing then one by one. In this case
grain and gold easily summerised and symbolised those
invaluable gifts which British robbed for years. But, in the
poem Mrs. Naidu very poetically put forward some literary
device to express and refer to those situation. This is a
Rhetorical Question. So, this question standing and
symbol of endless sacrifice which month India and her
children had been making to please the British. How she
comes to the presentquestion in Discussion sending young
people to wars even when those wars fought to support the
British for their benefits. But we never had no and
'princeless treasure', torn form a mother brest, is enough
to indicate how youth of the motherland were nipped in
their adolescence. This way the treasure, that in our
human resource was wasted unnecessarily. There is a
metaphor used by the poet to describe the circumstances.
 "I have fung to the east and the west.
priceless treasures torn from my breast.
and yield the sons of the stricken womb,
to the drum beats of the duty, ... doomed."
        The poem goes on rhyming in couplets (two lines each
aa bb cc dd). We haev a wonderful display of the poets
imagination, in which she depicts a mother being deprived
of her treasures - Her princeless sons. THEn she never
protest (yielded) and became barren (Stickened womb).
Because all the sons in the wars faced sabour of Doomed.
Then she aslo describes how in different parts of the world
they faced their miserable death - unknown and
undignifyed. 
         Using Simili, she prestents the scene. By the Persian
waves they lie silently dead like gathered pearls in their
Alien graves. This clearly indicated how our poet Mrs.
Naidu lamented the illfortune suffered by our pearls in the
foreign land. Further more lays emphasis on how her sons
lie on Egyptian sands half - with pale brown and broken
hands. They were all strewed like flowers tamped upon
and destroyed in the meadows of flanders and France. our
sons lay any tribute being paid for them.
The poet knowingly and very commencingly does this
action of reminding just in case the gift of india which our
rulers never seemed to glorify.  Our motherland wanted an
account of all these blunders commited by the British, She
wants to know why there is silence from the other side.
There Martyardom need mentioning and - deserves
glorification. 

"Gathered like pearls in theit aerial graves.

Silent they sleep by the persioan waves scattered
like shell
on Egyption sands ...
Meadows of flanders and France."
        Here we stand with few more questions one after the
another get the truth out for everyone. The poet has
deviswed a wonderful structure in the poem which all od a
sudden brings into focus some of the unasnwered and
undiscussed truth about India making great sacrifice and
going unreward. The poem has been so far describing the
various sacrifices specially in the context of the First World
War and millions of young people dying in the process.
This certainly made India loose rich gifts. In such
circumstances when many mother went childless, It was
undoubtly a moment of getting back our dues therefore the
very first question takes apart the imagination of the
British. 

        "Can you measure the greef of the tears 

 i read.
or compass the woe of 
the watch i keep ?"
The poet knowingly and very commencingly does this
action of reminding just in case the gift of india which our
rulers never seemed to glorify.  Our motherland wanted an
account of all these blunders commited by the British, She
wants to know why there is silence from the other side.
There Martyardom need mentioning and - deserves
glorification. 

"Gathered like pearls in theit aerial graves.

Silent they sleep by the persioan waves scattered
like shell
on Egyption sands ...
Meadows of flanders and France."
        Here we stand with few more questions one after the
another get the truth out for everyone. The poet has
deviswed a wonderful structure in the poem which all od a
sudden brings into focus some of the unasnwered and
undiscussed truth about India making great sacrifice and
going unreward. The poem has been so far describing the
various sacrifices specially in the context of the First World
War and millions of young people dying in the process.
This certainly made India loose rich gifts. In such
circumstances when many mother went childless, It was
undoubtly a moment of getting back our dues therefore the
very first question takes apart the imagination of the
British. 

        "Can you measure the greef of the tears 

i read.
or compass the woe of 
the watch i keep ?"
This is very highlighed phylosophy which asks the British
to measure by things or in dreams. Because there cannot
be any measurement of "Grief of tears', in any world
parametres. Every pain is subjected and no one can for
sure guyrantee absolute measurement of personal pains.
The suffering that one undergoes to personal to be
objectified. So, this question would eternally remain
answerless and the British would never explain hoe they
would compensate the suffering of a mother.

        Then, the poet moves on to ask further question

regarding hope and victory. It is true that the British could
bring lot of Victories for themselves but does it also mean
the same for India adn her people ? Because in the pride of
brcoming brave in the wars, there is endless dispare that
awakens us. Surely, a mother tears is thrilled with the
proud mother. Besides what pains in loss of hope which a
mother survives when her son are busy in the battle and
for their survival in the wars. Can the British, she asks,
measure this pain and anguish which a mother has in
prayer for the son fishting in the foreign shore. 
 "The pride that thrills throught my heart despair
the hope that comforts the anguish of prayer ?"
        Now, mother India sees, "Sad vision", banners of
victory, glorious indeed but sad and painful. it is a
wonderful use of this concept, in which two opposite
words are used together at a time to show the obvious
contrasting fact.

        Here we come to the last part of the poem. The first

part was about the rich gift given by our mother land. The
second stanza showed how her priceless treasures dies
bravely fighting on the foreign shore, Now the third Stanza
and the final part is homage and tribute offerd to their
martays. THe moher hopes that the funeral shall come
home.

"And that we will have peace when

life will be"

        She expects that sacrifice made by ger children will

not go wasted. rather their love for their motherland will
be even memorable and we shall always offer them thanks.
 "Your love shall offer memorable thnaks 
and you honour the deeds of the dauntless ones
(people),
remember the blood of my martayed sons."
         To conclude there is a very humble request towards
the end regarding homage being paid to the martays. She
makes this as an honest urge from all of us including those
who avail their survices during the wars that we pay for
them. The poet therefore has kept a very suitable title 
'The Gift of India'.