Pure Tool Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I looked in her eyes
And desperately tried
To read her response
It was unbelievable and with innocence

She was unstoppable
Making me more to struggle
To read more with earnest
I still made bid to try best

“No, it is not your style”
You think over it meanwhile
I shall disappear soon
As sun makes fast to noon

Does any one what you are?
Honestly speak as you are far?
I took serious view and asserted
Love is first to be purely inserted

I know about rainbow colors
But above and all stands honor
My pride stops at some one
To ask for love and offer smile

I find no definition
It may be self inhibition
I know for sure love is not exchange commodity
It is pure tool designed by an almighty