Love-Secret Weapon Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love-secret weapon
Wednesday, December 19,2018
6: 44 AM

Love was the only thing
I tried to bring
and dream about in open
it was really the sense of heaven

He was not new to me
I was free
to choose him as a partner
with the intention of now or never

As far as I know,
it was sacred wind blow
that swept me away
to fall in his sway

This happened to me once
but I felt it as a heavenly chance
where words never minced
and I was evinced

He is no more
with me to adore
but I am with memories in the store
that aligns me with him forever

Love has its secret weapon
that takes you on
with the great heights
of love all the times to feel right

Hasmukh Mehta