POEM_: To Know

Upset
at his inability to know
the nature of God,
the disciple asked
if the Faqir did not lament
his own ignorance.

Asked the Faqir,
“What am I
not ignorant of?
I am limited
and can never gain
infinity.

“Thus any knowledge
of the infinite, absolute truth,
must remain, for me,
a dream, unattainable.

“For even if I were
to know everything,
how would I know
that there was nothing more
to know?”

- owais

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