A Little Love Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Little love plays music
Even for a second if you get it from magic
When whole world is like mirage and illusion?
Sustain and hold it without any confusion

It is not double edged weapon
In any season it may come on
It needs fresh air and wind
You will always see and find

There is fragrance and charm
It is affectionate and warm
It mushrooms but does no harm
Let it to rest in your arm

It has all the messages
Smooth and lovely passage
It has not even little hatred
We got to believe and be led

I shall prefer nothing
If love has something
Do we find anywhere gentle smile?
You may not find wrinkle for a while

Give love a simple try
Don’t think much or feel shy
There is no or little scope to ask why?
Even the birds wait for it and fly

It has its own charm and music
It airs the rhythm and simple magic
Your feet refuse to advance
They may try to wait for glance

Let it prevail all over
It needs no veil or cover
It has universal appeal
All type of hatred stands repealed

If I have the chance to reign the scene
I shall create the things to be seen
It may stand unique in all eyes
Everything else will stand as gone byes


Breathe the air that has feeling
Exhale the air that is willing
Invite them all for closer watch
The beauty of flowers is to see and not to catch