Rare Species Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

God has created us.
Not now
Once
We were rare species.

In drains, mud, stools, dead bodies
And many other places like this,
We live,
And also eat that!

Do roll... roll... roll on...

In knowledge, talent and intelligence
We cross others
Cheat others!

No medicine for us.

When danger comes,
Below the testicle
Anus hole of anyone,
Our worship place
Gateway of salvation...
We enter.


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra