Winnowing pan
Winnows the corns.
Come...
We would winnow ourselves.
In society
In culture
In tradition
In country
And in life...
Where may be
All worthless things,
Would throw away
Like a winnowing pan!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
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