He stripped off his tight clothes –
The clothes put on him
In his childhood…
They tried to drum into his head:
“You must look brilliant and grand! ”
Then he stripped them off,
Breathed in his bareness.
Followed the sunbeam,
And flew over the earth…
25.04.1978
Translated from Georgian
yes, sometimes, we just love to be bare. it can be the best to happen like when we were born. great poem.
Naked truth stripping out hypocrisy, clad- in- false...excellent mystic write, Janri...ten for your poem
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I would like to translate this poem
I'm all praise...This is such a wonderfully expressive piece! It breathes in the scent of freedom and rebellion... brilliant write! straight 10 for you...