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
- Николай Огарев – Осеннее чувство
- Николай Глазков – Была зима
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Lad That’s Far Awa:
- Exiles by Marilyn Hacker
- Away With Funeral Music by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Sestina: Altaforte poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Shaftesbury Feäir by William Barnes
- Unknown Bird by W. S. Merwin
- The Demon by Shawn Ervin
- Владимир Луговской – Мертвый хватает живого
- Владимир Корнилов – Старость
- Mummy, mummy who invented school? by Raj Arumugam
- Hope for a New World by Raj Napal
- Юнна Мориц – О жизни, о жизни
- Олег Григорьев – На боку кобура болталась
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).
