Toan Indian Sister Poem by Prabhat Kumar Sahoo

You came from the same kingdom
In the way I had come
There is no record
Of the number of times we have drenched
Our lips in a single stream
Leaping from one end to other of breasts
The water of which has been transformed
Into blood in our veins.

We have grown in a single state
Under the flag of single 'care of'
Ours only life song and the constitution
Everything is going to its end
Manjula, this is our last moment.

You will depart for a distant state
Time is too panic and grim
Your untorn credential
As the sister of mine,
As the second cord of single navel
Is going soon to be invalid.

Let's go, but never grieve
You build up your own home
Run on your special highway
May be with pleasure & sorrow
But, never bother the Almighty
At your will
Asking anything time to time.

But, when you feel,
Your wherry being toddled
In stormy dark night
Amidst the worldly ocean
Choking your breath
And before your last hope lost beneath the sea,
Raise your hands up
Towards the open sky
No doubt,
You will find you nearthe strand.