Love Visited Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love visited

No I am no love bird
But prefer sweet romantic words
As it rings excitement in ears
As if pushing unknown fears back

"love is divine gift" I was always told
But I was apprehensive of world
What the love can be in shape?
I have heard many times the love tap

No it sings tragic
I don't know about love magic
Where people cry in sadness
Bear gloom in weary face

I am on dance floor
Where mains open door
I see one beautiful figure entering
My eyes are fixed and centering

Why do I find upheaval in mind?
Why do heart beats so kind?
I feel some change in behavior
I think it is first feeling as lover