Translation-Life Poem by Gajanan Mishra

No translation is perfect,
No one can translate
From one language to another,
From one colour to another,
From here to there
As reflected in original.
No word, no speech
No form, no place
No condition, no place
Can represent another.
No translucent is there,
No transmigration is allowed,
No transmission system is also there,
No magic, no surprising manner
Available here or anywhere.
Still, I see everything
Through transom window.
Though, in some way
Transparency is maintained
In inscriptions
In pictures.