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
- O Tan-faced Prairie Boy. by Walt Whitman
- Kinetic Poem 2 by Roger McGough
- Robert Burns: Verses Written With A Pencil Over the Chimney-piece in the Parlour of the Inn at Kenmore, Taymouth.:
- From Milton: And did those feet by William Blake
- Aunt Jennifer039s Tigers
- Eclogue:–The Best Man In The Vield by William Barnes
- Song—A Lass wi’ a Tocher by Robert Burns
- On Rabbi Kook’s Street by Yehuda Amichai
- Владимир Маяковский – Сказка о Пете, толстом ребенке, и о Симе, который тонкий
- Николай Языков – Две картины
- In Memory of a Child by Vachel Lindsay
- At Mass by Vachel Lindsay
- A Song of Travel by Rudyard Kipling
- Love’s Wisdom poem – Alfred Austin
- Олег Бундур – Вечером
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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).
