By Thomas Page
The Untranslatable
This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem.
Hourglasses slushing with sand have an expected result,
Once the sand empties into the bottom then the hour is up,
Simple
However,
There are some who do not like to watch the sand fall undisturbed
And turn theirs
To continue the journeys of grains
To prevent the game from ending
While others allow the last drop of sand to pass through
Unnoticed.
Language: Hindi
