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
- Nanna by Ross D Tyler
- Степан Щипачев – Тебе
- Степан Щипачев – Березка
- Beast and Man in India by Rudyard Kipling
- Another by Thomas Carew
- Innocence
- the_dormouse_and_the_doctor.html
- A Life Story
- Psalm Three by Mahmoud Darwish
- “Here, where the vine and fig bask hand in hand,” poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Высоцкий – В Средней Азии безобразие
- Corn Grinders by Sarojini Naidu
- Bang-Bang by Mikey D Wentworth
- Жан де Лафонтен – Ссора Собак с Кошками и Кошек с Мышами
- Conviction (iv) by Stevie Smith
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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).
