Hundreds of readers have ceased reading, <br />The ignorant are turned into censors, <br />The party man’s image is flourished <br />By the hints and notions of a mentor. <br />Children and parents cling to the screen. <br />The dream doesn’t blaze, it’s forsaken… <br />Once the haughty fled the sparks of verses, <br />Today frankness is strewed with ashes. <br />But the dreaming heart never stops, <br />It beats… it beats, and throbs… <br /> <br />7.04.2000 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dream-of-the-heart/
