Varnamala : Contemporary Oriya Poetry

 
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AKHIL NAYAK
 

LET THIS CROW BE KILLED


The crow has started cawing;  
it's almost dawn.  
Please wake up.  
We'll put the bed in order.  

Now the eagle-eyed sun will be up.  
Come,  
let us go to the river.  

We will wash  
the footprints of sin.  
Come,  
let us go to the river.  

We went to the river.  
From the womb of the river  
we were born again.  

We put  
the tassles and flower before the mirror,  
we tucked shyness on our faces  
and quickly put on  
Pressed sari and pyjamas.  

Now,  
the morning can come,  
if it wishes.  
What harm the bloody sun  
can do to us.  

Ah, no sight of morning, or sun!  
As usual,  
the night is asleep.  

Then, does this crow caw  
when the night is not yet over ?  

Let this crow be murdered.  
 
  
Translation :
Rabindra K Swain  

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