Why do we wander for it , why this is so illusive
The thing which is known as love the “exclusive” ,
Neither finding it on the earth nor even in the vast blue
Why people claim so tall that it is in their heart’s hue ,
So easy to claim it but it is not that , in easy access
The claiming ego, the true search all these excuses ,
Make it like , it is , just a mirage of some desert land
Always seems so near , but why it stands in the hot sand ,
Why we surrender to things which are just momentous
Why we try to “catch it “ with things , called phallicious .
End of the poem
15 random poems
- What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- A New Song by Thomas Chatterton
- Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Олег Бундур – Учительница открыла журнал
- A CANTICLE TO APOLLO by Robert Herrick
- Василий Жуковский – Цветок
- Engagements by Satish Verma
- Михаил Ломоносов – Надпись 1 к статуе Петра Великого
- Autum by T.S. Hulme
- Такахама Кёси – Кончик трости моей
- Colloquy by Weldon Kees
- Омар Хайям – Мы источник веселья, и скорби рудник
- When Helen Lived by William Butler Yeats
- Зинаида Александрова – Волчонок
- Алексей Плещеев – Она и он
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
