That
Cannot bloom love
In the heart...
That
Cannot feed anyone...
That
Cannot flourish the life...
That
Cannot enlighten the life's path...
That
Dharma Shastra
Artha Shastra
Kamashastra
Mokshya Shastra
Are impure goods,
We don't need.
Throw them into funeral pyre.
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow....a great poem.