Born from a prostitute
Drinking wine,
Feeding honey
To a million,
Sprayed rose scent
We wrote
New history of this nation!
Beating drums
Mete out Gandhi caps
Told:
Ramayan is fake
Mahabharat is fake
Rama Setu is fake,
Fake is Dwaraka!
Vedas fake
Upanishadas fake,
Fake is Ganga
Saraswati fake,
Fake Himalaya...
Fake
The existence of Hindus!
Rana Pratap is fake
Queen Laxmi Bai is fake
Fake is Sardar Patel...
Netaji Subash is fake!
We are true
True is our Gandhi cap,
Lawyer's shrewdness
Of a goldsmith!
His screw
The seed of a Afghan Ghazee,
The room of a prostitute
Is true!
See... You see:
The broken map of this country,
Fame of flag
Is unfurling...!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
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Wonderful poem. Naked truth of our history.