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
- Олег Бундур – Поросенок и свиньи
- Violet Beauregarde… by Roald Dahl
- The Journey by Yvor Winters
- Шекспир – Чтобы стихи, рожденные когда-то – Сонет 38
- Robert Burns: Saw Ye Bonie Lesley:
- Федор Сологуб – Светлый пир
- Sonnet to the Nightingale poem – John Milton poems
- Beside The Idle Summer Sea by William Ernest Henley
- Ode To Autumn poem – John Keats poems
- Forty Years Later by Martin Willitts, Jr
- Epigram on Mr. James Gracie by Robert Burns
- Haiku: The Bluebird and the Sky by Monty Gilmer
- Written Upon A Blank Leaf In “The Complete Angler.” by William Wordsworth
- Алексей Жемчужников – Себе
- Two Lovers And A Beachcomber By The Real Sea by Sylvia Plath
Some external links:
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).
