the well read soul
rises above his poverty,
and takes his brother with him.
only the ignorant take without giving...
their poverty, well disguised by possessions,
never goes away!
faith has nothing to do
with ignorance, with blind following.
faith is built on knowledge,
and honed through experience.
the person that stands up
in the middle of the storm,
and asks why...
has already spoken
the hidden name of god!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem