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
- Алексей Плещеев – Ёлка в школе
- Владимир Маяковский – Нетрудно, ландышами дыша
- Youth and Love poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Аля Кудряшева – Молитва
- They are Cruel by Rixa White
- Николай Языков – Я. П. Полонскому (Благодарю тебя за твой подарок милой…)
- Bubblin’ Up by Shel Silverstein
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 44. She Is Far From the Land. Томас Мур.
- Book Tenth {Residence in France continued] by William Wordsworth
- Warm are the Still and Lucky Miles by W H Auden
- “Could I but leave men wiser by my song ” poem – Alfred Austin
- Armless Enemies by Satish Verma
- Telescope by Mark R Slaughter
- Notice by Steve Kowit
- Как хорошо, что рядом верная подруга
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).
