How Patient Is The God Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

How patient is the God

How patient is the God,
Surely if, I was him
In very first moment
Destroyed the being
(If good, bad, or ugly,)
When observed cruelty!

How patient is the God,
Surely if, I was him
As soon as saw naked
One and saw another
Well dressed, in colours
Sent the Earth to Sky,
I would act like drunk!

How patient is the God,
Surely if, I was him
I would not accept these
Prayers, sharpen ears
To the cons, pretenders,
Rosary handlers…

How patient is the God,
Surely if, I was him
Turned to moth the lover
That ignores real love
Of devoted lover
To burn in love's flame.

How patient is the God,
Surely if, I was him
On the throne and patient
Easily turn over
Whole of world, forever
If observed racism.

How patient is the God,
Surely if, I was him
Would vanish monks, priests,
And cloaks, all but love
Would become mythical.

How patient is the God,
Never want to be him,
Let him sit where he is,
If I was who he is
I too, might lose justice
When dealing with people.


Note:
This is a translation of an Iranian poet's poem (Moini Kermashahi.)