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
- Нина Воронель – Маме
- Яков Полонский – Нищий
- Boadicea poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- All Kinds by William Wright Harris
- Vivien
- Distant Time by Rabindranath Tagore
- Sonnet 08 poem – John Milton poems
- William Gilmore Simms – William Gilmore Simms
- A Whirl-Blast From Behind The Hill by William Wordsworth
- Holding my heart for YOU by Neelam Sinha
- TIRELESSLY by Satish Verma
- Stupid by Raymond Carver
- Piety poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- At Night poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Аля Кудряшева – В этом городе птичий полет шелестит быстролистыми кленами
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).
