Good-Bye Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

Good-Bye

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I
Loved truth,
Bloomed flower.

Hated lie,
Made weapon.

This flower
This weapon
Is yours.

Good-bye...
Now
You take my bone.



Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra

Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: social
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Kanishka SricharanPratap

Kanishka SricharanPratap

Cuttack, Odisha, India
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