Temple Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

Not once,
Those barbarous bastards
Attacked
Looted
Fired... And broke...
Lakh of temples
Monasteries
Our worship homes
Thousand times.
On that debris
Built hell!

Pissed on idols
Stooled...,
Drilling the nose
Tying rope on neck
Skin-rope,
Pulled away...,
Fixed on
The step of hell!

Beheading crores of heads,
They mass raped
Crores of our mothers and sisters
Daughters and brides...,
Killed brutally!
Smashed
Our culture... heritage...,
Earth trembled in fear!

Country crushed into three pieces!

Fighting and fighting...
We are alive,
Alive our religion,
And fighting now...!

Leader of those bastards
Today
Is dressed as judge!
And saying:
'Why you boycott
My kinsmen?
Open the door.'

Answer to it:
''Our temple is ours,
To whom we will allow
Or not,
Is our birthright,
Religious decision.

Who are you?
Get out traitor
Bastards leader! ''


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra