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 Gardener XLVI: You Left Me by Rabindranath Tagore
- Гавриил Державин – Амур и Психея
- The Sonnet, The Lady, And The Prince by William Alexander
- The New Path
- Panic poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer poem – John Keats poems
- Book Fifth-Books by William Wordsworth
- Kashmiri Song
- Late Fragment by Raymond Carver
- Written Upon A Blank Leaf In “The Complete Angler.” by William Wordsworth
- Sonnet 08
- Ок Мельникова – 3. 45 a. m
- Eclogue V by Virgil
- divided_passion.html
- Нина Воронель – Маме
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