Love On Top Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

When it speaks
It picks
Its height
To feel right

Nothing remains important
It happens instant
You are losing grip
And fail to keep

You are in the control
Of someone's call
He draws you near
And you too are going very near

It is purely human way
Where you find safety to go away
With strangers
And silently offer

Such is kind of feeling!
Where everything is done willingly
No force is exerted
But soul is always delighted