Hundreds of readers have ceased reading,
The ignorant are turned into censors,
The party man’s image is flourished
By the hints and notions of a mentor.
Children and parents cling to the screen.
The dream doesn’t blaze, it’s forsaken…
Once the haughty fled the sparks of verses,
Today frankness is strewed with ashes.
But the dreaming heart never stops,
It beats… it beats, and throbs…
7.04.2000
Translated from Georgian
Lovely poem Janri dreams never die, especially the ones close to our hearts, i hope yours are staying strong, take care :)
stark realities of today's value less life strongly drawn out here in canvas lines...a universal truth...my full acceptance...and this 10
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'Today frankness is strewed with ashes. But the dreaming heart never stops, It beats… it beats, and throbs…' Amazing expression 10++