“Ok” he said
As he thumbed through the pages
Of his life
“Ok” he said
As he thumbed through the pages
Of heaven
“Ok” he said
As he thumbed through
The pages of hell
“Ok” he said
As he thumbed through
The pages of the mind
“Ok “ he said
As he thumbed through
The pages of love
“Ok” he said
As he thumbed through
The pages of religion
“Ok” he said
As the book of conceptions
Was burned in the fire of perfection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem