2nd Konark Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

Run to here... run to here...,
Of our dynasty who is where,

Mocker Rascal Libertine Looter...
Bandit Hooligan Thief Dacoit
Impudent Mafia... Traitor Bastard
All are you run to here,

From liquor kiln
Ganja rendezvous
Brothel,
Press-herd
Channel-shed
University centre...,
Anus hole of Congress
Under the testicle of Secular...
Run to here!

Low... vile... poor
That rock carver Raghua
Has gone to Rajya Sabha!
Says:
To build Konark,
2nd Konark!

Has worshipped the land,
Would loot first
Six hundred crores!
Then it would rise... rise... and rise
To some thousand crores!
Would make history
Make himself head of this nation,
Be wealthy as Kuvera!

We will be there... Where we are!

Then Modi would rush in...
Tea seller Modi,
Capture the state!
Everything would go out...
From our hands!

Remember
This is Gandhi Mantra:
We don't need Temple,
Need Mosque.

Allah is very good,
Allah followers
Had given pregnancy
To our mothers,
We are seeds of that fruit...
Barbarous Brutals.
Who is that nonsense Raghua?
We will split his anus
Fall apart his plexus,

Cry... shout...,
Tight the bombs!


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra