In Abundance Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

In abundance


Love is the only language
That is desired in all the ages
Child needs mother
Family needs head as father

Brother and sisters complete family
Everybody seeks grace from almighty
The thirst is not yet quenched
The level of understanding is not reached

Nothing could satisfy the soul
I visited all over with honest call
Searched within and without
Want no guide or friend to talk about

“What are you searching my dear son”
I heard gently the whisper tone
The wind might have played the role
The love and belonging can not have wall

Visit the holy places or confine to isolation
Love can not be equated to any other relation
It can be read from eyes corner
Tears and happiness may provide you cover

No where to search such kind of precious jewels
They are deep inside our ignorant wall
Look at nature and around
It is in abundance and leisurely found