A Bit Of Childhood - Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap
Sparrow flew away...!
In distant palm trees
Hang the nests of weaver birds.
Golden oriole looted the colour
Where did fly wood-pecker?
Who cuts the chest!
A feather is dropped
In the lane of my heart!
Grey-crane flew away...
With bits of corn the door-front waits,
Whose mind is burnt?
Kingfisher brings fortune
Is absent since last autumn!
Coo of cuckoo
Became a distant dream,
Mango orchard is finished
And became dream of dreams!
Far away... travelled black drongo
Looted art and left!
How much empty is today's childhood!
How much empty childhood days!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
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