Jayanta as a tourist guide
And we travelling with
And he telling about
The temples of Orissa,
Art and culture,
History and language
And the coastal area
And its geography,
The cities and towns of it,
The anthropological villages of it.
An Odia he
Tells he about Cuttack, Bhubaneswar,
Balsore, Puri,
Konark, Dhauli,
The rivers, hills and forests of it
And above all, the dark villages of it
Burning in heat,
Dusted and ruffled with
Poverty, illiteracy, underdevelopment,
Superstition, backwardness,
Fatalism and inaction
Held by faith and belief
Showing the lethargy of ours,
On seeing them feel they,
What have we after the independence of India?
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