Holy And Pure Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was asked to explain "love"
That I believed
As an art
Pure divine part

I gave second thought
And fought
Over arguments
Those were rushing for comments

Why all souls are love hungry?
I caught up wishes of almighty
The universe was created at his will
So love was His domain sill

If on earth, we were feeling some inclination
In the form of peace and relation
I thought it was pure blessing
That everybody was missing

How such beautiful things can be expressed in words?
When it was created and felt at he wishes of lord?
My pen fell short of real spirit
I was aware of meaning "Why to greet"?

Even if we are falling short
The prayers meant to report
The remorse shall be washed ashore
Making still holy and pure