Looking Back At Ourselves Poem by Ranak Zaman

‍‍An endless meaninglessness lies before me.
So I look back
Look at my back and see
Our monkey-faced forefathers
Who stood in the past.
Countless, numberless forefathers.
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Having our images within
Their eyes- - as smooth as mirrors- keep on gazing.
And they might be contemplating...
Ah, their offspring exactly learnt to imitate
The gestures and acting of humans...
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Speechless and mute they don't utter anything.
This silence is like a new language
Rich in grammar.

(Translated By Jewel Majhar)