Industry Of Grindstone Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

I am not Anarya
Yajna Datta Datta-Arya
Brahmin from a barbarian.

He is not a Form,
Wearing an illusive dress
From Form to Formless.

Has given me a pair.

We have opened an industry,
'Grindstone Industry'.

''Fie...fie...! What a vulgar! ''
We do shout.

Veda, Upanisada
Ramayan, Mahabharat
Dharma Shastra
Arthashastra
Kamashastra,
All the literature
Paintings, Images
Living World...,
Where are
Breast... Penis... Vagina...,
We do search... search... search...!
To cut off
And throw away
We sharpen the weapon
On grindstone,
Lighting the torch.

Searching and searching...
Convincing
Persuading
Inserting face
Eating up
Super fine breasts
Penis
Vagina...
In dark!

Oho!
What an amusement
To sink
And loot like this!
Om... Shanti... Shanti... Shanti...


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra