Maya...7-9 Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap
Maya...7-9
The crow ate
Ripe mango
Lich in squirrel's mouth,
I was staring
Almost in a trance...
You called from behind!
...
...
I plucked guava
By using catapult
Plucked mango with a stick,
When I tried to make
A bamboo-hook
To pluck Bel fruit
You said:
'Now cock lay eggs! '
...
...
I drew a bird
You put food
Into her beak!
I painted a fairy
You unveiled her!
Translated from Odia by
Tarun Kumar Sahu
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