The Rebel poem written by Kazi Nazrul Islam (b. 25 May 1899-aug 29, 1976) had multirhythmic patriotic Bangladeshi nerves that transformed him into the most poetic soul ever. He has written almost 400 songs.
People are so moved by the Rebel poem that the author was given the moniker “Rebel Poet”
The Rebel poem was so moved that the poet was given the title “Rebel Poet” (Bidrohi Kobi) for his love. Also, it transformed him from a British soldier to a poet. Therefore, he went to jail many times when he joined the Indian independence movement. The most remarkable poem he had written is The Rebel (available on Amazon).
It includes the greatness of his rebellious thoughts, which trigger the minds of readers and inspire revolutionary thoughts. Reading the Rebel poem, a piece of Nobel work brings much strength, and one could emerge with the qualities of an unbeatable leader.
The poets Kazi Islam and Patric Pearse used emotional and rebellious words in this poem (like hurricane, tears, sun, galaxy, planets, universe, etc.). However, Kazi Nazrul Islam had served as a Muezzin (a man who calls Muslims to prayer from the minaret of a mosque).
Thus, Patrick Pearse, also known as Patrick Henry Pearse, was an Irish educator, barrister, poet, writer, nationalist, republican political activist, and revolutionary. Who was one of the leaders of the Easter Rising in 1916 (… Wikipedia) seems like both have worked hard to produce the poem. The pickings of the most critic words were the first-ever work of labour by duo stands at its in prime.
The poem rebel is such a long, and thus it gradually evoke patriotic feelings.
The Rebel Poem by Kazi Islam
Say, Valiant, Say: High is my head! Looking at my head Is cast down the great Himalayan peak! Say, Valiant, Say: Ripping apart the wide sky of the universe, Leaving behind the moon, the sun, the planets and the stars Piercing the earth and the heavens, Pushing through Almighty's sacred seat Have I risen, I, the perennial wonder of mother-earth! The angry God shines on my forehead Like some royal victory's gorgeous emblem. Say, Valiant, Ever high is my head! I am irresponsible, cruel and arrogant, I the king of the great upheaval, I am cyclone, I am destruction, I am the great fear, the curse of the universe. I have no mercy, I grind all to pieces. I am disorderly and lawless, I trample under my feet all rules and discipline! I am Durjati, I am the sudden tempest of ultimate summer, I am the rebel, the rebel-son of mother-earth! Say, Valiant, Ever high is my head! I am the hurricane, I am the cyclone I destroy all that I found in the path! I am the dance-intoxicated rhythm, I dance at my own pleasure, I am the unfettered joy of life! I am Hambeer, I am Chhayanata, I am Hindole, I am ever restless, I caper and dance as I move! I do whatever appeals to me, whenever I like, I embrace the enemy and wrestle with death, I am mad. I am the tornado! I am pestilence, the great fear, I am the death of all reigns of terror, I am full of a warm restlessness forever! Say, Valiant, Ever high is my head! I am creation, I am destruction, I am habitation, I am the grave-yard, I am the end, the end of the night! I am the son of Indrani With the moon in my head And the sun on my temple In one hand of mine is the tender flute While in the other I hold the war bugle! I am the Bedouin, I am the Chengis, I salute none but me! I am thunder, I am Brahma's sound in the sky and on the earth, I am the mighty roar of Israfil's bugle, I am the great trident of Pinakpani, I am the staff of the king of truth, I am the Chakra and the great Shanka, I am the mighty primordial shout! I am Bishyamitra's pupil, Durbasha the furious, I am the fury of the wildfire, I burn to ashes this universe! I am the gay laughter of the generous heart, I am the enemy of creation, the mighty terror! I am the eclipse of the twelve suns, I herald the final destruction! Sometimes I am quiet and serene, I am in a frenzy at other times, I am the new youth of dawn, I crush under my feet the vain glory of the Almighty! I am the fury of a typhoon, I am the tumultuous roar of the ocean, I am ever effluent and bright, I trippingly flow like the gaily warbling brook. I am the maiden's dark glassy hair, I am the spark of fire in her blazing eyes. I am the tender love that lies In the sixteen-year old's heart, I am happy beyond measure! I am the pining soul of the lovesick, I am the bitter tears in the widow's heart, I am the piteous sighs of the unlucky! I am the pain and sorrow of all homeless sufferers, I am the anguish of the insulted heart, I am the burning pain and the madness of the jilted lover! 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 gay gripping young girl's love, I am the jingling music of her bangles! I am the eternal-child, the adolescent of all times, I am the shy village maiden frightened by her own budding youth. I am the soothing breeze of the south, I am the pensive gale of the east. I am the deep solemn song sung by the wandering bard, I am the soft music played on his lyre! I am the harsh unquenched mid-day thirst, I am the fierce, blazing sun, I am the softly thrilling desert spring, I am the cool shadowy greenery! Maddened with an intense joy, I rush onward, I am insane! I am insane! Suddenly, I have come to know myself, All the false barriers have crumbled today! I am rising, I am the fall, I am consciousness in the unconscious soul, I am the flag of triumph at the gate of the world, I am the glorious sign of man's victory, Clapping my hands in exultation, I rush like the hurricane, Traversing the earth and the sky. The mighty Borrak is the horse I ride. It neighs impatiently, drunk with delight! I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth, I am the wildfire of the woods, I am Hell's mad terrific sea of wrath! I ride on the wings of the lightning with joy and profound, I scatter misery and fear all around, I bring earth-quakes on this world! I am Orpheus's flute, I bring sleep to the fevered world, I make the heaving hells temple in fear and die. I carry the message of revolt to the earth and the sky! I am the mighty flood, Sometimes I make the earth rich and fertile, At another times, I cause colossal damage. I snatch from Bishnu's bosom the two girls! I am injustice, I am the shooting star, I am Saturn, I am the fire of the comet, I am the poisonous asp! I am Chandi the headless, I am a ruinous Warlord, Sitting in the burning pit of Hell I smile as the innocent flower! I am the cruel axe of Parsurama, I shall kill warriors And bring peace and harmony in the universe! I am the plough on the shoulders of Balarama, I shall uproot this miserable earth effortlessly and with ease, And create a new universe of joy and peace. Weary of struggles, I, the great rebel, Shall rest in quiet only when I find The sky and the air free of the piteous groans of the oppressed. Only when the battlefields are cleared of jingling bloody sabers Shall I, weary of struggles, rest in quiet, I, the great rebel. I am the rebel eternal, I raise my head beyond this world, High, ever erect and alone! […] [The poetry has been translated by the great essayist Kabir Chowdhury]
Walt Whitman’s poem, “O my Captain” was written for Abraham Lincoln, and it evokes love and the mythical connection between Walt and Lincoln. Another timeless writer who brings instant patriotism is Dashdorjiin Natsagdorj and his poem “my native land, Mongolia the beautiful!”
