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
- The Wind Speaks poem – Alfred Austin
- Mally’s meek, Mally’s sweet (Song) by Robert Burns
- Dawned Again
- Алишер Навои – Луна в носилках, о постой
- Lying on a Slab by Satish Verma
- The Dragon and The Unicorn by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
- Иида Дакоцу – Синтоистское святилище у подножия горы в Одани
- Up The Line by Will McKendree Carleton
- Ad Magistrum Ludi by Robert Louis Stevenson
- The Rwose In The Dark by William Barnes
- Николай Языков – Сержант Сурмин
- Иида Дакоцу – Розу покинув
- At the Mid Hour of Night by Thomas Moore
- Николай Огарев – Тебе я счастья не давал довольно
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).
