Honestly Hold Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Honestly hold

Love makes no sound
It can't be heard on ground
It evaporates in air
Like white clouds, it looks fair

Why someone else should hear?
The moment belongs to you dear
It is your pleasure
And coming future

You create holy world
To live in and need not be told
It is sealed cover
From a precious lover

"Till I come"
Welcome air, and water
Don't allow it to boil
Else it may evaporate to fail our love

Yes I am arriving
For loving
Best woman of world
To her I shall honestly hold