Adventure in my hands, strangers feel close,
Those of bribery which never palm, never fold.
A whole world trembles, under the shake;
Innocents become rebels, applauding
Crowd-surfing will, boardwalk blessings
Born allergic to the ocean—yet something
Lurks, past my reach, tall and mighty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Adventure poem is always amazing. Very wisely drafted and shared really.10