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
- As He Walks Away by Mahmoud Darwish
- Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies by Sylvia Plath
- Homing by Satish Verma
- The Gardener LV: It Was Mid-Day by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Giants In Treädes by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: How Lang And Dreary Is The Night:
- Song Unsung by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Vain Question
- All About You by Shel Silverstein
- Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem poem – John Keats poems
- Виктор Гончаров – Опять пришла пора дождей
- Федор Сологуб – Золушка
- Song By Gulbaz
- I have outlived my own desires by Alexander Pushkin (Pouchkine)
- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Sonnet Composed At —- Castle by William Wordsworth
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