You knit a net
Of false
Pretensions
And complexities,
Fixed on hands
Tiger-nails!
Looted everything:
Language, Literature, culture...
Of native land,
Of honest people!
Now see:
How dropped
Your tiger-nails!
Within yourself
Your tongue, hands and legs
Have split!
Backbone is broken!
Brain is smashed!
Blood has turned into water!
I am standing
In front of you,
Who?
A bit of truth!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
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