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
- Hobbinol; or The Rural Games – Canto 3 by William Somervile
- Andromeda poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Огюст Барбье – Джин
- The tragic tale of Bobby Magee by Ross D Tyler
- Running To Paradise by William Butler Yeats
- Олег Бундур – И до моря 15 шагов
- Владимир Маяковский – Прощанье
- Олег Бундур – Наши неприятности
- Федор Сологуб – Сладко мечтается мне
- Be Prepared by Raj Napal
- Dejection: An Ode by Samuel Coleridge
- Conjugal by Russell Edson
- On A Dream poem – John Keats poems
- Федор Тютчев – Как дымный столп светлеет в вышине
- Степан Щипачев – Березка
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).
