Who is Sun?
Who is Moon?
Who is Indra?
Who is Varuna...
Brahma Vishnu Maheswar?
Go... go...
Stupid useless all you are,
Lie, vague and false characters
Only
In page of mythology!
I am the great hero
Baliarsingha...
See my teeth,
On my head cowl of lion!
He is commander-in-chief
In his hand eight-handed sword!
He is vigorous Ranasingha
Great Ranasingha...
See his thirteen-yards spear!
He is Baghasingha... the great general
His weapon is three-points harpoon!
With us
Million of warriors
Like this...
Are also most powerful
Mahapratap... Nayak... Chhualsingha,
And also hero of hundred forts
Master of arrays
Crowned as Indrachuda!
Our religious guru and priests
Are Panda Mishra...Dash Mohapatra...!
Now
We are all in blue colour,
In dense screw-pine jungle...
Great archer!
Looting the country
Looting houses...,
Raping and raping...
Cutting breasts... Tearing vagina
Enemy dances...,
Destroys in fire,
Like a rat
Enters into our anus!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem. As if Brahmos hitting the target.