Kosal Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

Here
So many mines,
Industries, hills and forests!

People are too foolish!

Oh!
I could not be a king!
You could not be a minister!
He could not be a commander-in-chief!

There waits
Urbashi
To be a queen!

Listen:
The capital
Somewhere at coastal belt
Too far away,
Language there
Is book's language,
But here
Is purely native!

In this language
We will fill in gunpowder,
Shall build Brahmastra
'Kosal' Brahmastra!
That would be
What is to be:
Loot, burning, murder
Mass rape, massacre...

Brahmastra would blast rightly,
State would be in pieces!

Hah...Hah...Hah...
Treasuryfull gold
Ninetynine queens...,
New wine and woman!

I am the king
You are the minister
He is the commander-in-chief!


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra