Kanishka SricharanPratap

Silver Star - 3,804 Points (08.12.1962 / Cuttack, Odisha, India)

Artist - Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

You are
Social workers
And that type of
All other artists
Are pure artists,

Sucked our blood!

Ate our
Flesh and skin...!

Now only our bones
Are leftover,
People's bone!

Suck and eat...
Chew and eat...
Crunch into dust and eat...

Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra

Topic(s) of this poem: artistic work

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  • (11/30/2018 8:19:00 AM)

    Beautifully analysis on social problem (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 13, 2018

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