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
- Coole Park, 1929 by William Butler Yeats
- From The Woolworth Tower by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Маяковский – Почему нет помощи от Румынии (Главполитпросвет №327)
- Black Pine Tree In An Orange Light by Sylvia Plath
- Written In Early Youth. The Time,–An Autumnal Evening by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Валерий Брюсов – Городу дифирамб
- Ольга Берггольц – Как на озёрном хуторе
- An Empty Threat by Robert Frost
- As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores. by Walt Whitman
- Жан де Лафонтен – Дровосек и Меркурий
- Вера Павлова – Покамест я всем детям тётя
- Владимир Корнилов – Лермонтов
- WHAT ASYLUM! by Satish Verma
- Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sonnet 50: How heavy do I journey on the way by William Shakespeare
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).
