You are
On the throne
Made of
People's bone.
The thieves, dacoits
Murderers, Mafias...
Are your ministers
Generals
Spies
Bodyguards
Bards
Judges...,
Today
This dark night!
This night
May not exist
In tomorrow's
Bright moon-lit night.
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
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