To those grieving people who think the fight against Maoist terrorism is lost, let me ask you to read some lines of verse by poet Henley.

" Out of the night that covers me,

black as a pit from one pole to another,

I thank whatever gods be,

for my unconquerable soul."

Here is another defiance by the same poet.

"In the fell clutch of circumstance,

I have not winced, nor cried aloud,

In the bludgeoning of chance,

My head is bloody, but unbowed"

LET US NOT BE COWERED BY THE FEAR OF THE MAOIST TERRORISM.

KING GYANENDRA, BE DEFIANT, FOR PRACHANDE, BABURAM AND MAOIST PARTY ARE THE BASEST MURDERERS IN NEPAL' S HISTORY.