Comes Only Once Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love has to be defined
It can s never be blind
If you just think of lovely body
Its sanctity is lost already

How many ways to love?
And believe
You love a good friend
And meeting at every day end

You are meeting girl friend
Real one who cared at every end
She is no lover
But supporter

You have body hunger
That comes with age timer
You are going for body lust
It is simple act of mistrust

It is difficult to say
And carry away
The impression of love's importance
But yes, it comes only once