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
- our_refuge.html
- Teasing by Pamela Griffiths
- The Voice of Robert Desnos by Robert Desnos
- Raw Silk by Vinita Agrawal
- Шекспир – Что, если бы я право заслужил – Сонет 125
- Artistic Soul Retold by Roberto Cocina
- The Snowy Spring Is Raging Mad poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- The Routine Things Around The House by Stephen Dunn
- Низами Гянджеви – Если б радость не лучилась
- A Tribute to Mr Murphy and the Blue Ribbon Army by William Topaz McGonagall
- Book Ends by Tony Harrison
- Ольга Берггольц – Два стихотворения дочерям
- Is Hiring a Resume Writer Really Worth It?
- Джон Китс – Чаттертону
- Олег Бундур – Поросенок и свиньи
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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).
