Yes, I love Kosli tongue,
I feel free here being
Sweet as it murmur in
The breeze of the soil.
I also love Odiaa tongue
As it grew to its
Own height with
Feather alive.
But every one has
His English tongue
That has winds and
Floods to fill up belly.
But let me tell my tale
In my love tongue my body-coil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem