Assume With Surity Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I know and can assume
love may surface and resume
very good start with new innings
the lavish parties in the evening

I don't know what is called 'Love'
May be peaceful symbol of dove
sails on water and easily drove
good start and easy to move

why one should know feeling?
is it not the pulse with inkling?
shivering the body with cold ripples
always joy and no puzzles

is it not clear indication?
the soul makes startling revelation?
there is something in air to tell
everything goes smoothly and well

Let people know the real fragrance
smell its purity and have a glance
no pretendance and no ignorance
acknowledgement with mere acceptance

i might have not moved with the current
its impact is known and apparent
how can it look so innocent and transparent?
i have nothing to offer in form of comments

how people can easily say they don't
in fact they go in for it and want
love needs no words to be spelled
one is free and never compelled

it is feelings and has come out
it is known fact and nothing new about
one may offer nod but not express
in times to come he may certainly confess

Say it with full honesty
it is not mercy or pity
it has come of its own
the seeds are now sown

it is bound to grow
it will have its own flow
no matter how long it takes time to mushroom
there is no doubt for it to confine in room