Kanishka SricharanPratap

Silver Star - 3,804 Points (08.12.1962 / Cuttack, Odisha, India)

Truth - Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

I spoke the truth
So is the storm
A terrible storm.

So many daggers
Bombs and black-guns
Target me
From all around.

What can be done now?

May I hide in the cave?
Or
May I surrender at their feet?

No such is not written
In my fate.
Then?

Now
I may fire the missile
Of great truth!

As soon as it bursts
Must create a wonderful road!
For my grandson
Grandson's grandson.


Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra

Topic(s) of this poem: truth


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 13, 2018



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