Traitor Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

We
All the bastards
Inhuman heinous bastards
Born out of venomous blood
Have made union.

Pakistani Muslims
Are our super fathers!

For votes... for seats... to loot:
We blast bombs
Make riots.

We do rape
Our motherland
Mother tongue
Vedas
Upanishads
Gita,
Our mothers, sisters, daughters...!

This is our great chant,
Supreme meditation.

Take,
We offer you
Free of cost!


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra