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
- Farmer’s Son by William Barnes
- To an Early Daffodil poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Haymakers’ Song poem – Alfred Austin
- Dublinesque by Philip Larkin
- Федор Тютчев – Каким венком нам увенчать
- Алишер Навои – Сердце взял мое сын мага
- Caught by Susan Adams
- Владислав Ходасевич – Новый год
- A Light In The Attic by Shel Silverstein
- Honor Among Scamps by Vachel Lindsay
- Hurry by Marie Howe
- Post coitum omne animal triste est sive gallus et mulier by T. Wignesan.
- All-Accomplished Rover by William Somervile
- Владимир Высоцкий – Студенческая песня
- Workin’ It Out by Shel Silverstein
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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).
