Love Is Thee Name Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love is thee name
Even wild can be tamed
Such a gift from almighty
It is good luck to dream of divine beauty

Person is lucky to dream it in sleep
No one on earth can afford to skip
Relation can turn soar with little tongue slip
Love is such a weapon to make you sentimental and weep

Love is to taken in broader terms
To love a person is no harm
Even God bless those who long for it
It is always good to wish and greet

Love costs nothing in any form
It keeps relation very warm
Hate finds no place
Always love and no mad race

God showers on those
Who stand with trust to repose?
How God can be indifferent to such persons?
He will always be merciful with solid reasons

It is one way of remaining close to almighty
Since all are like children and it is his duty
To keep you in good shape with care
Else is there any place to somewhere?

Carry the whole world with your attitude
There should be no reason or prelude
It is always recognized and accepted
How can one be indifferent and reject?