Sunday Poem: Ayodhya
a house of worship being destroyed.
after cutting the wings of the birds
in lieu of certain needs.
After having offered a hundred thousand bel leaves,
we have passed all the examinations in the world.
Now we have filled a jar with blood,
We have finished building the hands
permanently joined in a salutation.
We are already staring at some loose scriptures.
we have not witnessed
a house of worship being destroyed.
( This poem by Bharat Majhi is translated from the Odia original by Sailen Routray)
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