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<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color"><strong><em>Mundapota Kela</em></strong>


He swam like a fish on the land&nbsp;
walked like a tortoise&nbsp;
ran like a horse
and barked like a dog
near the rice vessel,&nbsp;
sitting on the date leaves mat,&nbsp;
gazing at the palm leaves bag&nbsp;
and the iron crowbar
at last, he&nbsp;
buried his head in the soil
exhibiting his stomach&nbsp;
etched in the world of hunger.&nbsp;


*<em>Note: A tribe in Odisha earns their livelihood through the interment of their heads.&nbsp;
</em>

<strong>Fear&nbsp;</strong>

My son goes to school
in the city&nbsp;
where the eye and kidney&nbsp;
rackets are rampant.

My daughter’s bank&nbsp;
PO exam hits—
letting my daughter board
the train&nbsp;
I return home at 12 in the night.&nbsp;

My wife suffers from&nbsp;
asthma,&nbsp;
a disease that restricts&nbsp;
her breathing.&nbsp;

A stray dog outside&nbsp;
has gone uncontrolled
as I step out I’m&nbsp;
engulfed by a killing fear.&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp;

<strong>Indian Democracy&nbsp;</strong>

A widow is promised&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
for marriage, but not&nbsp;
as dignified as the&nbsp;
lady who gets wedded&nbsp;
for the first time.&nbsp;


<strong>Kendrapara</strong>

In the letterhead of the&nbsp;
education minister, the peon&nbsp;
writes a love letter.&nbsp;
The nude photos of a rape case&nbsp;
and the audio recorded&nbsp;&nbsp;
unveil a mammoth racket.&nbsp;
After getting caught
with some girls and boys&nbsp;
suicide becomes the escape.
And the Gobaree River&nbsp;
following in&nbsp;
Kendrapara gets buried.&nbsp;&nbsp;

<em><strong>Translated from the Odia by Pitambar Naik</strong></em></pre>



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<p><strong>Bio:</strong></p>



<p><strong>Manoranjan Sahoo&nbsp;</strong>earned a Bacherlor of Commerce from Utkal University and a Diploma in Pharmaceutical Business Retail and Wholesale from Kendrapara Autonomous College. He has three collections of poetry—-<em>Apadebata, Khalihatare and Kicchi Kabita Kichhi Nirabata.</em>&nbsp;He was born and brought in Indupur, Kendrapara in Odisha.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>



<p><strong>Pitambar Naik</strong>&nbsp;is an advertising copywriter. When he’s not creating ideas for brands, he writes and translates poetry. His work appears or is forthcoming in&nbsp;<em>Singapore Unbound, ellipsis&#8230; literature &amp; art, The Dodge, The McNeese Review, The Notre Dame Review, Packingtown Review, Ghost City Review, Rise Up Review, Glass: A Journal of Poetry</em>&nbsp;and elsewhere. He’s the author of the poetry collections,&nbsp;<em>The Anatomy of Solitude (Hawakal)</em>&nbsp;and the forthcoming translation,&nbsp;<em>Fury Species (Republic Publishers).</em>&nbsp;He grew up in Odisha and now lives in Bangalore, India.&nbsp;</p>



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