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
- Rosemary by Marianne Moore
- Кипение
- Алексей Толстой – Тебя так любят все
- As I lay with Head in your Lap, Camerado. by Walt Whitman
- The Jester by Rudyard Kipling
- Twins by Vinko Kalinić
- Valley-dawn by Sunil Sharma
- The Death Of Grant poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Tall Claims by Satish Verma
- Валерий Брюсов – Из наблюдений
- Ask Me No More by Thomas Carew
- The Little Box by Vasko Popa
- La Vita Nuova by Weldon Kees
- The Dark Hour by William Henry Davies
- Nature’s Law: A Poem by Robert Burns
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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).
