Oh, Love Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Oh love it is hidden grace, only no smiles on the face
As it is no expedition on hills as race
You are mine and may remain so forever
But you should be reconciled however

I love to see you cry
I don’t know exactly the reason why
But my thoughts go in that direction and fly
As more and more you feel shy

I wish her to rush and admit
That she belongs to me and emotionally fit
All my embraces are full of unique tale
She must feel the same and not go pale

The whole world comes so near
As you are gripped with fear
Come and feel the pulse of belonging
As you were desperately longing

You will come back empty handed
As no one take you as safely landed
Your stars, sky and vast horizon is here
You need not run here and there

I am your globe and dreamland
Only true lover and dearest friend
Where the lovely world may surely end
Once you think nice with positive trend