Make It Point Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Make it point and not to have
Wordy dual when in real love
Use of language that is sweet
Always smile when time affords to greet

Love may want some sacrifice
Some more words with promises
With enough of assurances
So do not let it slip away as chance

River is in spate
Yet do not spare banks when state
Her presence with force
It is love of course

Allow clouds to clash
Make them move in rash drive
It may strike and end in showers
The seeds may turn into flowers

It is love only that needs no separation
But solid relation with foundation
It may have no physical indication
But try to understand it with satisfaction

Love may turn desolate land
Into fertile one with positive trend
It shall show prosperity with happiness
The good scene with cheers on face