I struck the board and cried,
No more! I will be in this paradise.
The paradise of Kumpa's and graves,
Having steady looks and shapes.
Those who have strained to build the nest,
The nest of Kumpa's from the west.
Melted their ideologies in the east,
Diminished the traditional laws in the east.
There was a special Kumpa in the east,
Influenced by west, accent of east.
Highly qualified but minor in grave,
Deeply bound to nasty western wave.
Ideology filled without knowledge,
Views killed the students knowledge.
Empowerment were the watch words,
Awake! Awake were the code words.
Disappointment resulted to Kumpa's,
Heavily insulted and crooked by tradition.
Ossify! Ossify! , await! await! ,
Were the final words of Kumpa's.
Speaking the truth is the divine world,
Speaking untruth is the world of death.
Leading a moral life is a heaven,
Leading Kumpa's life is not less than hell.
this poem of yours is a mixture of paradox and irony, it truly depicts what you have experienced in your life. The intertextuality in your poems brightens the charmness a lot. Continue writing as there are many people like me who like to read the voracious works of voracious writers. with best wishes
this poem of yours is mixture of irony and paradox the title itself shows how allusive the content is to understand the above poem one has have that blend of paradox and irony in his own life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem tells what you have seen and experienced in your life.good work10