Kanishka SricharanPratap

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

Cattle - Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

Ploughed land
Planed field
Whirled to crush corn
Pushed oil-seed crusher
Pulled cart
Carried luggage,

Milk, curd, cheese and ghee,
Manure and dried dung...
Gave
As much as I could.

How disappeared the strength,
Age passed on!
Now
I am going to butcher's house,

How much paid the butcher!
Would not be paying more!
How can I say to pay?
I'm a cattle
Know not how to speak!

Forgive me... O' my Lord!
Blame me not!


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra

Topic(s) of this poem: unworthy


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  • K.Bit (11/30/2018 8:29:00 AM)

    This poem brilliantly presented. It brought tears in eye. Salute to poet... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 12, 2018



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