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
- Do not be ashamed by Wendell Berry
- Prayer For A Profusion Of Sunflowers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Furies by Weldon Kees
- Николай Заболоцкий – Слепой
- South London Sketch poem – John Betjeman poems
- Patience poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Proud Music of The Storm by Walt Whitman
- The Voice by Shel Silverstein
- The Choral Union by Siegfried Sassoon
- Done is a battle by William Dunbar
- Василий Жуковский – Голос с того света
- Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only. by Walt Whitman
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Плач
- Николай Заболоцкий – На закате
- Mother by Sachin Yadav (Pen Name: Rahul Nachhiketa)
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