Love Is Disease Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I ran through a poem called” Love is disease”
I thought I would die without it and cease
How can life be without it even for single second?
May result in inhumanly life without sacred bond

I have successfully dialed many numbers
Not gained much but enrolled many members
No one objected any time that who was sender?
It was taken in good spirit and never considered as offender

It takes lots of time to know a person
You can’t change as per season
So many aspects are taken into consideration
Daily problems for persuasions with lots of explanation

Who can submit willingly for known hazards?
We are meant to look always forward
Sometimes self interest becomes secondary
As destiny and goals are considered necessary

Love is uniform even if you don’t know the language
Neither has it had something to do with the age
Nor to curb the wish and confine to the cage
It is generated within and finally finds place on page

You may write the verses in her praise
Even you may make desperate bid and chase
You are prepared to undergo any trials or face
The consequences which may arise out of race

I would not mention the cheap word
It is used by wrong chatters or the cowards
They may just use it for sensational talk
Forget at home and remember when go for walk

Love is indispensable and considered as tonic
It has valid reasons with some logic
Man is human animal and needs some companion
Something new comes out of strong bond and union