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

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