To A King Of Mediaeval Period Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda

Your perversion, insanity and desires
were your laws,
you called the half-naked
hungry innocent subjects shameless,
you delighted in making laws
and violating them with laughter,
you distributed unjustly
the wealth of your land
and became proud of your greatness,
demanded obligation and submission
of the hungry millions,
on the sharp edge of the sword,
you cut the cord of the Ektara* with envy
but Alas!
could not check a cuckoo
from singing.
You kept your people in darkness
but could you check the sun rays
from coming to the earth?
You fool.

*Ektara: Classical Indian musical instrument like a harp.