My Oriya words are there
In my own Kosli language.
This area was called Kosala
Long long years ago.
We are all
In the ocean now.
And here in this ocean,
Our dreams are touching the sky.
The sky is ours,
We are not sure.
No love, no worship,
And nothing can save us any more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem