In Search... Poem by Praveen Thach

As Man is to land,
Birds is to Air,
If woman is to love.
Then where shall I search.

Her voice still echoes,
As if it calls from a canyon,
with endless bounds.

What will it take to search,
Shall i, till i have done enough.
I might as well be blind,
Till i find a better cause for
my eyes.

Why does the eyes not tire,
I might find out only,
If i could see with something else,
Maybe that's all there is to it.
That the eyes exist for searching's
sake.