The Language of Translation

What could be a better language than the language of translation
A white curtain on which
All our handiwork stands apart like dirt

All crimes are perpetrated in mother tongues
Which always contain a discourse on innocence

There are times
When translation is the only place that has a remnant of sorts
The sound of tyranny in the native tongue
Is killing sympathy!

(Translated from Hindi by Bharatbhooshan Tiwari)

poem by Asad Zaidi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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