Poem Of Revolution Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

'O' brother
What are you doing? '

: I'm reading.

'Which subject? '

: Revolutionary poem.

'What! Revolutionary poem!
Let me hear.'

: Yes, listen:
''... I issued red-corner notice
O' God
Receive,
By tomorrow morning
Within twenty four hours
You vacate the throne of heaven.''

'Wah... wah!
What a poem you are reading! '

: Why... what happened?

''O' bloody fool!
Don't you understand this?
Listen...
God will vacate the throne of heaven,
Who would sit there?
He would sit
Who has composed this poem!
He would enjoy all,
Liquor, ganja, opium, heroin...
Will be short for him,
Roll on embracing
Rambha, Urbashi, Menaka...,
Goddess Laxmi will be helpless
Will be tortured more,

Then
Will happen... what is to happen,
Your pant won't remain
On your buttocks! '


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra