''He says
To bury us!
But he does not know
We are seeds!
We would sprout out
Breaking the grave
Splitting the earth,
Spread branches
All over the world! ''
Someone laughed:
Yes, you are seeds,
Seeds of nonsense wilds!
Now you see
And search...,
Where is your mother-leaf
And your mother-root!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha...ha..ha..very good satire on immature writers....