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
- Homing by Satish Verma
- Girl Child – An Alternate Reality by Rekha Seshadri
- Владимир Корнилов – Щитовидка
- Омар Хайям – И сиянье рая, и ада огни
- Endymion: Book II poem – John Keats poems
- Юлия Друнина – Целовались
- Sonnet I
- Владимир Британишский – Утром 10 мая 1945 года
- Ancient Music poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Олег Григорьев – Если где-то кому-то плачется
- Pigeon Haiku by Violet Uram
- Auguries Of Innocence by William Blake
- Braga by Walid Saba
- Sonet 44 by William Alexander
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