Kanishka SricharanPratap

Silver Star - 3,804 Points (08.12.1962 / Cuttack, Odisha, India)

Net - Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

You knit a net
Of false
Pretensions
And complexities,
Fixed on hands
Tiger-nails!

Looted everything:
Language, Literature, culture...
Of native land,
Of honest people!

Now see:
How dropped
Your tiger-nails!

Within yourself
Your tongue, hands and legs
Have split!
Backbone is broken!
Brain is smashed!
Blood has turned into water!

I am standing
In front of you,
Who?
A bit of truth!


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra

Topic(s) of this poem: truth


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 12, 2018



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