On Our Land Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Here it is,
Octopus,
On our land.
And dear brothers
And sisters,
We are all
Under its claws.

Clause by clause
We are in troubles.
We are clay-brained,
Claustrophobia is
Also here with us.

Let us cleanse ourselves,
Dear friends,
At the outset
Before going for a prayer
On open field.

Clear-cut thing is
We are sovereign,
We are independent,
And we have a voice,
We have a language
With fresh beverage.