The Cheers Rush Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Who can call it lust?
When matched with trust
With no care for worldly criticism
It is simple act of humanism

Why do we go to social reformers?
When they can't prove good informers
The subject is so alien for them
Yet they comment with ugly turn

Look the impact on early feelings
When they come sharp and willing
There is tremendous thrust to quench
We have full desire to meet at an every inch

The gentle knock at door
Makes no hint to neighbor
He is in with no advance warning
I go deep in sleep with yearning

God only knows what all things are happening
The desire, wishes and dreams are all turning
They all melt with one touch of strangers
The cheers rush on with quench of hunger