Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

The Prayer - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

My brother kneels, so saith Kabir,
To stone and brass in heathen wise,
But in my brother's voice I hear
My own unanswered agonies.
His God is as his fates assign,
His prayer is all the world's--and mine.


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  • (1/16/2009 7:00:00 AM)


    This a delightful little poem. Kipling was an imperialist but he could show a genuine empathy with common humanity as in this gem of a poem. The verse still has a relevance for today's world. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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