Love Does Rule Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Why at all love does rule the scene?
As it is experienced and not seen?
Why would it be more precise to say?
That it has its own sphere and way

It can be summed up as new process
Comes from somewhere and have clear access
Fine glow can appear on the face
New steps to move on and win the race

Even cruel man may have kind heart
That is how love can be termed as holy art
It makes flowers to boom in desert
Where not even dropp of water is available or kept

The tree may gear up to receive new leaves
It may decorate the existence relive
Any passers by may notice change
That is beginning of new lease of life with age

Legs may move with slight noise
That may remind a person of yesterday’s promise
That a call ahs to be responded immediately
Nothing can be tolerated if reached so lately

It has tremendous pull and appeal
It speaks of volumes in real
What there can be the feelings and deal?
Some gaps or voids to fill

It may be unfortunate if one dies without
Knowing its power and real depth about
How much it can change life and survive?
Make person to think strongly and relive