The Language Of Translation Poem by Asad Zaidi

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)