Over Same Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We could not unite
Despite lips tight
Over relation
And its implications

I wake up in midnight
With single thought
Of only love point
We were to join

I hear your voice
In simple tone with promise
I gave full weight at that time
Now also I think same

You be sage and secured
As love can't be measured
On continuation
Pr discontinuation

I hold same view
And give due
Honor with simple thought
We had never fought over same