Roza Roza Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I thought of simple love
Rare phenomenon to believe
Practice and adhere to sanctity
As preached by nature and almighty

How to put down in simple form?
Stay blessed and fully informed
No face rushed on mind screen
I was to search for it or to be seen

I could recollect one incidence
It was in purest form and by chance
I will give it the name of love
Not simple attraction but attempt to prove

Yes, I must admit and admire
It was attraction too coupled with desire
I used to cry “Rosa, Rosa” when was alone
I was pulled away as if by cyclone

I may find no good appeal
I will think of her most of the time and feel
“What kind of magic is this” I used to wonder
Yes it was on both the sides as lover

May be attraction but not surely lust
I had full confidence with trust
She was thinking on same lines for relation
“True to religion” she had divine introspection

“What shall we do”? it is impossible
Why not make it relation without any trouble?
We shall disclose to no one but love each other
That thing has remained in mind for years

We surely meet and discuss
But there remains no fuss
We still love with same intensity
But it is devotion and has blessings from almighty