Fine And Divine Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Fine and divine

No lust
But only trust
As I am driven
And bound for heaven

You are main factor
From creator
To make me love
And believe

I was unaware
And ran madly
After blossom
Not knowing its worth in boredom

Now I feel it as unique
As it has come out from smoke
Reminding me of eternal love
That has place and behavior

So accept with force
That has source
To test me natural wine
And feel me fine and divine too