Delivery Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

In Facebook
WhatsApp
TV channels
Writing and writing
Publishing advertisements,
Now I have ordered
To a 'Hybrid Company'.

To hang banners
Post hoardings
At all bus-stands
Railway stations
Squares, bazaars,
In front of schools, colleges
Hospitals, nursing homes.

''Now I am in labour pain.''

Crying...,
My pain is risking
Seven hundred female
Eleven hundred male
Ticks, flies, gadflies, mosquitoes
Worms, louse, skin-louse
Eggs of lice,

Sounds of conch, gong, cymbals...
Tune rightly,
Women are making
Inarticulate sounds...
Some are under penance
Before the deity.

For cradle foment
Two trucks of bamboo roots
And knotty timber woods
Are unloaded
In front of thehouse,

Red radish imported
From Andhra,
Groups after groups
Are constantly pushing
Into my anus.

Delivery path
Would be clear by pushing...

I will deliver:
Not of a tiger
Not of a lion
But of a dinosaur!

For that
I have thrown out
Vedas
Upanishads
Ramayan, Mahabharat...
From the racks,
My books would be
Preserved there.

Yet
Scanning report
Is not received,
It is on the way...

Doctor said:
''Taking too much of radish
My belly is full of wind...
Severe wind,

I have no womb! ''

Still
I have sent my followers
To see,
If the hoardings
Are posted
At proper places!


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra