Cyclone in Winter

There is no warm water on the surface of the sea

but having suppressed offended in me & thee.

We are silent because of the invisible prison,

thus the sea is vocal due to seeing tiredness-risen.

Our words are locked but anger is condensed high,

clouded up with agony; pain & relentless sigh.

Eerily, cyclone screams in winter as a reflection human affliction,

to let us know human sufferings & nature in the coalition.