Honest Act Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I unknowingly smelt
Magical fragrance and felt
It was pure hypnotism
Spell bound sans criticism

Not a word to speak
Remain in embrace as if to feel weak
But in pure faith
Till the death

It is rainbow
As colorful arrow
Ready to bring down
Love that is already known

Love may be spelled
Desires to be fuelled
Wishes to be fulfilled
Space to be filled

It may be wild
But can't be termed as mild
It has thrust of unknown intensity
Love should know its capacity

No way to escape
In colorful landscapes
Where fountains fall
With beautiful noise and call

Right or wrong but no harm
As it is only charm
It keeps relation very warm
To breath freely even in storm

If you care to adopt
I shall be eager and prompt
No action shall be preempt
It will be final and honest act