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
- Василий Тредиаковский – Видеть все женские лица
- Олег Бундур – Там, где мы родились
- Ольга Седакова – Луг, юго-западный ветер
- STUNNED by Satish Verma
- Road and Hills by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Ольга Берггольц – Слепой
- In The End by Sara Teasdale
- On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq., of Arniston by Robert Burns
- Tobias Smollett – Tobias Smollett
- The Humstrum by William Barnes
- We know this much by Sappho
- Николай Огарев – Смутные мгновенья
- Off the Turnpike poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Orlando Furioso Canto 12 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Николай Заболоцкий – Офорт
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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).
