THINGS
Can you hear?
Things speak.
This is the tanboora
on which Bhittai played,
From its strings
bloomed flowers,
Showering their fragrance on all.
This is the spindle-wheel
which Kabir spun
And the entire land
was woven into its texture.
This is the rope
with which Nana Sahib was hung
and which still swings
Waiting for goodness knows
who else's head.
with which Nana Sahib was hung
and which still swings
Waiting for goodness knows
who else's head.
You are trying to make sense of my poetry,
Listen,
In history's museum
Things speak.
Translated in English by
Asif Farrukhi
Listen,
In history's museum
Things speak.
Translated in English by
Asif Farrukhi
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