Patriotism Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

I
Love my country,
Furtively... silently...!

Come... O' my friends,
You also love
Just like me!

Country's soil, water, air
Mine. forest, food
Public lives...,
For the country
For the nation
Who fights...
His blood, flesh, bone, skin...
We will eat.

Will greet on independence,
Speak on patriotism,
Unfurl 'Triranga'
Once in a year,
For a day!

We would not leave there,
Will loot
The colour of'Triranga'
Furtively... silently...!
Weaving illusion!


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra