A Love Is Weapon Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love is powerful weapon in our armory
It can have devastating effect on our adversary
He may think of its importance as very much essential and necessary
He may too opt for going in it as peace emissary

Love has won many battles without shedding a single dropp of blood
It has always created harmony and peace in neighborhood
It has impact on our distant neighbors with improved relation
There is constant move for peace and stability with hostility cessation

How will rush to you in rage to cause damage and inflict injury?
Will he not think for awhile to take law in his hand and act as jury?
He will certainly lay down arms as mark of his approval
He may too want peaceful co-existence upon its arrival

Let people go on doing enormous harm if they at all want?
Let them pursue destructive path if they are not willing or don’t
It may be disastrous consequence waiting for them to follow
The thing may slip out of hand if they don’t fine in line or allow

It has remained powerful weapon since ages and remains so
Anybody can choose it at free will and fall in line with or go
It is human nature to live with peace and let others live
It is altogether fine arrangement for us to make believe

Love is not the sign of weakness as claimed by some one
It is powerful weapon in the hands of mighty one
The others may know well that if they fail to toe the line
They may permanently loose the friendship and will be undermined

Love is like guided weapon and works as powerful beacon
You may come to be known as powerful but simple icon
Peace may follow with your fruitful mission
Your efforts are aimed at building the trust and not for demolition

Love has always built the trust bridges
It has always scored and stayed over edges
It has never threatened life but served as deterrence
No one may dare to attack and remain careful in utterances

Peace may prevail so long as love reigns supreme and not hate
We realize its consequences if come cross very late
It is long drawn process and we must definitely give chance and wait
It has to be sincere try and not left completely to fate


Love may mushroom like little flower
It may give relief as if from rainy shower
It may spread fragrance with little flow of air
Only peace has to be give chance and that too very fair