Voiceless Vocie Poem by Thinley Wangdi

Thy voice rings in my ears, like a ceaseless drop of the rain,
inoculating wailing pains, glued to adrift mind of mine,
yet I fail to outcry my inside fears, for I fear the fears.

Thy voice rings in my ears, like a ceaseless walk of the trail,
radiating sea of hope, to a life of stormless sail,
yet I fail to sail, for I am frail to brail.

Thy voice rings in my ears, like a ceaseless flow of the river,
Melodizing my life of catastrophe, to the sound of zither,
yet our love is never in concord, for we are afraid to fete.