Someone has written the story
In the obscure region,
Everybody tries to read it,
But nobody succeeds,
Finally the ignorant man arrives,
He succeeds to read the story clearly,
Everyone thanks him,
The man smiles and says,
'I am proud of my ignorance,
That's my best identity.'
Ignorance is not encompassing. We maybe ignorant on some matters but through earnest readings and understanding , we can overcome ignorance. A very thought provoking poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very profound Anjandev very profound TFS