I am fine.
What's up?
The usual, routine chime.
I cannot break my silent mime,
Nor speak the tongue of a billion oceans
Roaring inside,
Cannot articulate the joy of swells,
The burst of surf,
The shine of sands,
Hurricanes, typhoons, floods and quakes,
They hide within, speaking masterful tales,
Of people, love and lost vales.
I am fine,
What's up?
The usual, routine chime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silent speaks in poem.