Poem – Rebel 

There is a wall of which the stones 

Are lies and bribes and dead men’s bones. 

And wrongfully this evil wall 

Denies what all men made for all, 

And shamelessly this wall surrounds 

Our homesteads and our native grounds. 
But I will gather and I will ride, 

And I will summon a countryside, 

And many a man shall hear my halloa 

Who never had thought the horn to follow; 

And many a man shall ride with me 

Who never had thought on earth to see 

High Justice in her armoury. 
When we find them where they stand, 

A mile of men on either hand, 

I mean to charge from right away 

And force the flanks of their array, 

And press them inward from the plains, 

And drive them clamouring down the lanes, 

And gallop and harry and have them down, 

And carry the gates and hold the town. 

Then shall I rest me from my ride 

With my great anger satisfied. 
Only, before I eat and drink, 

When I have killed them all, I think 

That I will batter their carven names, 

And slit the pictures in their frames, 

And burn for scent their cedar door, 

And melt the gold their women wore, 

And hack their horses at the knees, 

And hew to death their timber trees, 

And plough their gardens deep and through— 

And all these things I mean to do 

For fear perhaps my little son 

Should break his hands, as I have done. 

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About भण्डारी2013

Has a reflective and idealistic types of personality. Loves to participate in Social activities. Extremely loyal by nature. Laid back unless a strongly held value is threatened and a talented writer too.
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