Going to the gym,
not speak,
not cause you're dim.
not because no tongue,
just because it seemed,
to people you among,
don't know where you have been,
nor what that you have seen,
and that you act not keen,
but little do they know,
behind the smoky screen,
belies a decent soul,
who sees but is unseen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem