Line Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

Too many unworthies
Draw rough lines...
Make themselves such,
They are curved lines.

A few do not draw rough lines
Nor do make themselves such,
They do write,
They are straight lines.

The curved line
Goes round... round and round
In dark!
And comes back
To the point
From where it started,
And ends there.

The straight line
Does not turn round
In darkness,
Nor does come back.

It runs ahead...
Surpassing the Universe
Towards Infinite...
It has no end!


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra