Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

In The House Of Suddhoo - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

A stone's throw out on either hand
From that well-ordered road we tread,
And all the world is wild and strange;
Churel and ghoul and Djinn and sprite
Shall bear us company to-night,
For we have reached the Oldest Land
Wherein the powers of Darkness range.

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  • M Sagnik Das (5/21/2017 11:45:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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