Mirage

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 .