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
- Олег Чупров – Путь к Благодати не напрасен
- Владимир Высоцкий – У Наполеона Ватерлоо есть хотя б
- Fragment on Sensibility by Robert Burns
- Waste Land – A Thorough History of Humanity
- I. The Witch of Coös by Robert Frost
- A Whirl-Blast From Behind The Hill by William Wordsworth
- Pequeña niña mía by Mara Romero Torres
- Олег Сердобольский – Зимний кот
- Владимир Маяковский – Чем отличается Красная Армия от царской?.. (РОСТА №559)
- A Little Memory
- Honor Among Scamps by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Маяковский – Третий вывоз
- Power of Peace by Rixa White
- Olney Hymn 59: A Living And A Dead Faith by William Cowper
- Олег Григорьев – Схватили за ногу правую
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).
