A snake may hiss
A baby may cry
A hammer may sound
and even thunder pound.
All these, clearly will be heard
the hiss, cry, sound and pound
the ears will for all of these
be a judge with much ease.
But then from somewhere
deep, hidden and far from finding
is a fruit whose mere silence
has a voice loud and of less pretence
but greatest in influence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem