The world was dozing, <br />It was tired and worn. <br />“Man is supported by man, <br />A fence – by blackthorn! ” <br />That precept was well-known, <br />But entirely forgotten…alas! <br />The death, too, slumbered, <br />The day was colorless… <br /> <br />The guys remaining chums <br />By chance, <br />Had washed away all their talent <br />And all their heavenly donation, <br />Women and girls scattered in the streets <br />Were seized by the shameful passion. <br /> <br />Men wanted to whitewash themselves in solitude, <br />They craved for solitude, for isolation. <br />The current – slow, calm, but yet naughty, <br />Suppressed them… they were tied to the life, <br />They were tied by the bonds of obligation. <br /> <br />The world was taken ill with despair, <br />Roar was heard, all was alarmed, <br />Life was dozing… slumbered the world, <br />Over the verge of the death <br />Flew the ladybird. <br /> <br />Hope twinkled on that path, <br />Cosmic mists brought relief… <br />And the fables of the Doomsday <br />Were woven there – <br />Fate, Future, and Belief.<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-was-dozing-the-lady-bird-flew-over-the-verge-of-the-death/