Ask Me Not Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Ask me not

Saturday, December 30,2017
8: 48 PM

Never ask me
To speak
On traditional love
I firmly believe

Love has its roots
So enver shoot
The imagination
Well beyound the origination

Nature sides
And confides
Its eternity
And direct access to an almighty

Why I see it in flowers?
When the rain pours
In dizzles or
in the form of showers

In that sound
Something shall be found
That may speak or whisper
Love is only for the lover

Eyes may shine
And define
That shall be termed it as divine
Normal human being may feel it fine