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
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- Sunt Leones by Stevie Smith
- Artery by Michelle Bonczek Evory
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Кэрролла
- “`Know, Nature, like the cuckoo, laughs at law” poem – Alfred Austin
- Remorse: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- Life poem – Yahya Kemal Beyatli poems | Poetry Monster
- Владимир Высоцкий – Дела
- The Window Freäm’d Wi’ Stwone by William Barnes
- A Wasted Illness by Thomas Hardy
- At the Top of My voice by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- Владимир Степанов – Рассказ оружейника
- Dark Room( qua vadis) by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- REFLECTING THE PRAISES by Satish Verma
- Николай Гумилев – Как труп, бессилен небосклон
- Олег Григорьев – Конфеты
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