Janri Gogeshvili Poems

He lost his way, and finding it,
Finds no abode… life’s cruel…
He again wants to find the way,
And he rebels against the rule…
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To the unknown brother-in arms
You fight against your own body,
You crave for training your will,
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A worthless man demands justice,
Complains of his misery to God,
Of those who, cause him trouble…
He forgets that he is a fraud.
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He is born exhausted and tired,
He wishes to go back, to retire.
He is born with a shadow of vague sadness.
And appears a space – empty and helpless…
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Teasing oneself


Fall in, take places in the rank,
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The tiny bird has to feign death,
She’s lucky if she isn’t caught…
I’ve heard that a kite, too,
Is afraid of such lot…
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The malady can be healed by madness…
He plays a fool, but he is a sage.
The time of such wisdom has come,
He preaches the wisdom of age.
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“It’s so trying to live without you…
Love is such a painful thing,
That my life is wasted away, ”
This way the little birdie sings.
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The sacred fruit of the fancy
Flowed down,
Temped the heart,
Made it rebel…
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He seeks all those who were lost,
All those, who had left him.
Many remained just toastmasters,
Some fell down from the hill…
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