The Rebel.
I am the unutterable grief, I am the trembling first touch of the virgin,
By Rakibul IslamPublished 9 months ago • 1 min read
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I am the unutterable grief,
I am the trembling first touch of the virgin,
I am the throbbing tenderness of her first stolen kiss.
I am the fleeting glance of the veiled beloved,
I am her constant surreptitious gaze...
I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth,
I am the wild fire of the woods,
I am Hell’s mad terrific sea of wrath!
I ride on the wings of lightning with joy and profundity,
I scatter misery and fear all around,
I bring earthquakes on this world!
I am the rebel eternal,
I raise my head beyond this world,
High, ever erect and alone!
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