I am talking in Kosli
I am thinking in Kosli
I am listening Kosli
All around me,
Kosli is my mother-tongue.
My state language is odia,
Odia is a constitutional language,
Odia is a classical and rich language.
Official language act is there,
Everywhere, always within
The state of Odisha
Odia should be used,
It is clear there.
But when I entered school
I learnt ABCD and they
Are not mine I knew.
They called it English.
I entered in to service
All the works are being
Done by this English though
Not easily understandable
By the people in general.
I know by using this English language
In all official purposes within my mother-land
We are cheating my own people
I have a democratic
Sovereign republic though.
Excuse me, I am not ready to say
The people are independent from foreign rule.
People in general are in dark, is a fact.
They know not what is going on in their
State and still they are observing
Independent day, and it is disgrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mother, mother tongue and mother land..