Grammar Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

I am the leader
You are all soldiers.

Come...
To make a front
'Grammar Armour'.

Will drink Panini's grammar
Roll on... embracing it,
Make intercourse
At its anus,
Semen will discharge...
We will spread it
Everywhere.

As had done
The Sanskrit Pandits
Once
And ruined the Sanskrit language,
We will do like that.

Who says:
Feeling is first
Language is to express the feeling
Then comes grammar.
Who says:
Literature creates grammar
Steps forward with it,
If needed
Breaks it... changes it.
That nonsense is fool
The most foolish.

We must pay a heavy stroke
To those idiots.

Mass spoken language
Is ugly language,
Let that go to hell.

We will trample first
Mahabharat of Sarala
Bhagabat of Jagannath Das
Writings of Fakirmohan
And so many of this standard,
Will cut and burn all ill literature
Of those scoundrels.

Will lay the foundation
Of Golden Age in Literature,
Beat the drum:
We are great
Much more greater than Panini,
Everyone
Is a Super Grammarian.

Come...


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra