I struck the board and cried, <br />No more! I will be in this paradise. <br />The paradise of Kumpa's and graves, <br />Having steady looks and shapes. <br /> <br />Those who have strained to build the nest, <br />The nest of Kumpa's from the west. <br />Melted their ideologies in the east, <br />Diminished the traditional laws in the east. <br /> <br />There was a special Kumpa in the east, <br />Influenced by west, accent of east. <br />Highly qualified but minor in grave, <br />Deeply bound to nasty western wave. <br /> <br />Ideology filled without knowledge, <br />Views killed the students knowledge. <br />Empowerment were the watch words, <br />Awake! Awake were the code words. <br /> <br />Disappointment resulted to Kumpa's, <br />Heavily insulted and crooked by tradition. <br />Ossify! Ossify! , await! await! , <br />Were the final words of Kumpa's. <br /> <br />Speaking the truth is the divine world, <br />Speaking untruth is the world of death. <br />Leading a moral life is a heaven, <br />Leading Kumpa's life is not less than hell.<br /><br />abhimanyu kumar.s<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kumpa/
