Love Words Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I love my words
Written or spoken in praise of lord
Or for any individual
As I believe and try to be simple

I feel punch
When some one lunches
Tirade or uses pretext
Yet I try to forget

It is my desire
And wish too to admire
For people who remain hostile
I offer simple flower with smile

Some people try to be cold
Inside they are stubborn and bold
They hide it skillfully
But fail unsuccessfully

I can easily pick
As more and more they stick
To stand once reiterated
But remain quite unrelated

It gives easy contact
Whenever we interact
The talk proves fruitful
As it is always tasteful