Let me fly

They are all yours,They are all truth,Let them not go,Bade no farewell.Your father,Your mother,Your teacher,Your guide,They are with youIn full.Let them not go,Bade no farewell.

The crow –Neither ancientNor modern.The crow –Neither tenderNor soft-tongued.The crow –Both blindAnd barren.The crow –Neither having heartNor having flowers.

But it is you,Who is there to sell for nothing.And what is your poverty?Your starvation?Your unemployment?No, not at all, dear.It is your mentality,Your mental status,That how you treat yourself,That how you treat your mother, andThat how you treat mother language asInferior and not superior.

ଯିବା ଆସିବାବେଳେଆଉ କଲା କଣକେତେବେଳେ ହିସାବକାହା ପାଖରେପଦ୍ମହାର ଧରିସେଠି ସମସ୍ତେ!2ସଦା ରଖ ନା ଖୋଲାକବାଟ ଝର୍କା,ମଶାମାଛି ଧୂଳିଝଡଆଉ ଆଉ କେତେକଣପାରିବ ନି ଜାଣିକରିବେ ଆସି ମେଳା!ଆହା, ଜୀବନ ଖେଳା!

Let me speak the truth,My speech is based onTruth and only truth,That is good for allAnd for you.

With metrical form.