Odisha

They propehesied in the name of Baal!
And, they caused my people to err;
Blouse, house, louse, mouse, rouse, arouse, grouse, douse;
And like the slippery places around! !
But, in the darkness without any hope.
Driven on!
And like the traps of the wicked ones;
But your faith will dweell safely with the muse of love,
And like Odisha your friend in the land of your beautiful love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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