Fill The Heart Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Poets have imagined
Writers have explained
Rose is another name of love
Simply look at and believe

Find in desert
Lone to attract
The lover’s attention
Who shall never fail to mention

The words shall fall
To make earnest call
For lovely company as treasure
The joy shall fail to measure

Let no metaphors work
Only eyes shall deliver the words
It may speak in volumes
Like fresh rose perfume

Make no haste
Or get late
It has its own appeal
Fill the heart and feel