Limit Of A Translator

As language is a carrier of a thought So is the translator of an idea too… Some gap which exists of its own Between a thought and a pen I wish to fill it up… As a photographer, to get black and white photos From the negative, finds himself busy Whole day and night; I too search for And stand sometimes At the exit; The thought too, is eager to be free… I think- deep in the mind If I could bring back those days Kept preserved in albums Into a poem; Or if I could convert those photos Which carries my childhood days Into colorful one Using some smart apps Upon crossing the limit of translator When shall the poem start It's journey in to the cyber world… Translated: 28th July 2019.