I Want My Odisha Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I want my Odisha,
I want my bhasha
To be used in all
And everywhere.
My blood is there
In my bhasha.
But what is my bhasha,
Is it not love?
And as you told
Love has no
Specific language.
I want my Odisha,
I want food, though
Hunger is not mine,
Yet I want to satiate.
I want Odisha,
I don't want to
Go outside Odisha.
Yet you are driving me out
From Odisha without
Giving food and bhasha.
Who is original here?
You are me?
Wait, answer would be
Given by time.