Till It Arrives Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love is not an article
That can be obtained from mart or mole
You need keen and thirsty eye
It needs no special attempt or try

People may be lucky
To test the love created by an almighty
To feel closely and long for it
To ace-t gracefully and greet

There is peace in mind
The approach remains kind
The words fall like flower
And smilingly offer

It is call to rise
Above pretty things and surprise
It emits fragrance
To be enjoyed at once

I shall seek it all the times
Till it arrives
As I want in away
That shall never disappear or go away