Delicate Phase Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Delicate phase

The love has self-emancipation
It transforms into relation
One more delicate phase starts
This is called divine art

Pic: - Zahoor elahi
Some people value its holiness
Bring in real happiness
There is no strain
But worries still remain

Some people walk away
And some firmly stay
With long time to come
And always welcome

Keep no remorse
Or force
On someone to follow
This is not allowed

Nature has in abundance
When you wait for chance
Love doesn't diminish
But always flourish

The garden has all its ingredients
And present
In different form
Only nature's message is informed