The Taste of time. Poem by Mushtaq Gabol

The Taste of time

Poem by Mushtaq Gabol

Its (time’s) speed

Is like oceanic horse’s momentum

And men

Ant-speed trudge.

How can they race?

It doesn’t remain steady, besides,

For some, it is twisting

Kind, for some and

Beast for others,

And men

Are, almost, prey to it;

Since last twenty eight years,

Besides dispossession, duress and grieves

What have I gotten from it?

Then

How can I taste the flavor of life?

For me

The time, however, doesn’t change its taste.

Translated from Sindhi into English by Mubarak Ali Lashari