Tree Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

Tree

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My grandfather
Grandfather's grandfather
Who for what
Planted this tree?
I don't know.

I do sit under
Its shadow,
I hear bird's song
From the branches,
Eat the fruits.

Today
With a sawmill
Price is fixed,
Trade is over.

Tomorrow
Trunk will be his,
Without price
Root is mine.


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra

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Kanishka SricharanPratap

Kanishka SricharanPratap

Cuttack, Odisha, India
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