Poet from a Georgian village with a Caucasian voice!
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I still don’t know who I am in reality,
maybe I am the sea, fulfilled with pains!
Maybe I am Heaven, or I am earth,
I am the universe! Who can know it?

Perhaps I am a drop, the drop of rain,
Or I am a tear from mothers’ eyes,
God does what He wills for me,
I’m a grain crumb, a speck of laughter.

I am a shepherd, a passer-by,
worn out, exhausted with verses’ path,
I am a bridge to cross, override,
with gossiping and jinking jesters.

I’m not a human; I don’t fill it,
I am as if a sharp leaved thistle,
I’m one man of this transient world,
Sometimes I live, sometimes I’m lost.

jurnalist: Mariam Tsitsriashvili