Measurement Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap
Measurement
How much of water
For which iron
I know... I know.
Heating and heating
In fire
In oven-shed
Hammering and hammering
Give water to it.
Make weapon
For safeguarding
My language, literature
Reformation and culture
Sharpen it by grindstone.
Now
You may die
Or my kinsmen,
I have no option
Friends
I have no option!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
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