Bull Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

Bull existed yesterday
Exists today
Would exist tomorrow.

This bull is not of a farmer
But of an oil-man.

He pulls and pulls
Oil-seed crusher...
Non-stop.

Dreams:
''The oil-man must
Give back his penis
That he had taken
To castrate,
In fairly polished
Sharpened condition
Crowning properly.''

But the penis
Does not come back,

By pulling and pulling
Oil-seed crusher...
Breaks the waist
Ends the life.


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra