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प्रश्न
Rudyard Kipling’s work is known to all of us. Write at least five poems of Kipling in your notebook and submit it to your teacher. You can take help of your school library or search for these poems on the internet.
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उत्तर
Some of Rudyard Kipling’s poems are as follows:
1. Mother O’ Mine
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother O’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother O’ mine, O mother O’ mine!
If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother O’ mine, O mother O’ mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother O’ mine, O mother O’ mine!
If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother O’ mine, O mother O’ mine!
2. Blue Roses
Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love’s delight
She would none of all my posies...
Bade me gather her blue roses.
Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such flowers grew.
Half the world unto my quest
Answered me with laugh and jest.
Home I came at winter tide,
But my silly love had died Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.
It may be beyond the grave
She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest -
Roses white and red are best.
3. The Appeal
It I have given you delight
By aught that I have done,
Let me lie quiet in that night
Which shall be yours anon:
And for the little, little, span
The dead are born in mind,
Seek not to question other than
The books I leave behind.
4. A Song of Kabir
Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands!
Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his lands!
He has gone from the guddee and put on the shroud,
And departed in guise of bairagi avowed!
Now the white road to Delhi is mat for his feet.
The sal and the kikar must guard him from heat.
His home is the camp, and waste, and the crowd...
He is seeking the Way as bairagi avowed!
He has looked upon Man, and his eyeballs are clear...
(There was One; there is One, and but One, saith Kabir);
The Red Mist of Doing has thinned to a cloud...
He has taken the Path for bairagi avowed!
To learn and discern of his brother the clod,
Of his brother the brute, and his brother the God,
He has gone from the council and put on the shroud
(“Can ye hear?” saith Kabir), a bairagi avowed!
5. Doctor
Man dies too soon, beside his works half-planned
His days are counted and reprieve is vain:
Who shall entreat with Death to stay his hand;
Or cloke the shameful nakedness of pain?
Send here the bold, the seekers of the way-
The passionless, the unshakeable of soul, Who serve the inmost mysteries of man’s clay,
And ask no more than leave to make them whole.
