Love Self Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Those who love thee love self
Treasure to one self like lying in shelf
Soul may speak from within
Language meant for shot sure to win

Eyes may speak when tongue fail
Poison omitted and train derailed
Love rushes to help and rescue
Valentine is very much due

To know less is to learn more
Seek the blessings and neatly explore
Love and not the hatred to come on fore
Witness the world beautifully not done before

Go alone if no one likes
Purge the soul and shun the dislikes
What more can be so rewarding?
Smile in return may be more awarding

Love self than anybody else
Rest all may pretend false
You know yourself than act honest
Bound to boomerang in form of best

Smile for love and gesture for work
Ready to help and never to shirk
It may not speak instant but little later
You have gone the half way to feel it greater