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
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- A Mesh by Shahida Latif
- Approach Of Summer by William Lisle Bowles
- Олег Григорьев – Жена торговала колбасой
- Here Pause: The Poet Claims At Least This Praise by William Wordsworth
- Kangaroo talks to the Sun by Raj Arumugam
- English Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. Satan Broken Loose. Перси Биши Шелли. Тень Ада
- Владимир Британишский – От низменного к неземному
- Олег Мехов – Ах, у нашего Антошки
- Степан Щипачев – За селом синел далекий лес
- Couplet 11 poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- When that I was and a little tiny boy by William Shakespeare
- To A Feminist
- Sick Leave by Siegfried Sassoon
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