From the days I matured
When I knew:
What is lie
What is hypocrisy
What is looting
From that
Uprooting... uprooting... uprooting...,
Calling you...,
By virtue of heir
The root you have got,
From that
You have no escape!
Alone
Lifelong
I have to uproot
Blanket's hair!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow. A best satire on society...