A Love Is Magic Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We ignore the facts and snore
we praise the crooked and adore
it is nothing but just a recent trend
we are confused and still love to be a friend

it hurts us most
we pay even enormous cost
still it seems nothing is lost
we celebrate it and offer the toast

in no time we hurt and get hurt too
this aspect is very much there and true
love makes us blind
we have no vision to find

it is ironically correct
we need to understand and introspect
There is complete and convincing logic
but there is something else like magic