A Rebel

Somewhere in the wilderness, Among the barren deserts, And under the swarthy clouds Lie the dilapidated destination Of a poor homeless rebel, Victimized unmercifully to fall Like a drop of rain waited long! There is a burning sand, Perforating his bootless heels With each prick eat up and engulf The rest of blood from his dry veins And does challenge his undanted will Not to subdue and fall in subjugation Before the sway of mighty domination. He stays unabated in his determination, With every sigh sobbed and blubbered, Every sweat evaporated from his flesh And every voice raised like Rustum's war cry That shall crumble down powerfull states And teaches the lessons of sufference to the foe.