Unread Book Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love is unread book
But have kind look
Around the trees
To feel its shed cool and free

You can see birds
With melody to be heard
Love may be felt
Fragrance may be smelt

Flowers may be around
With different colors to be found
Not a single color may displease
Eyes may be cooled at ease

You can feel gentle touch
The power is felt as such
No one can deny its existence
It has its unique presence

Love not to forget
Allow them to blossom and let
Each one has fine quality
Just look at them with serenity

Even birds had wanted in winter
In their own way and sphere
Where is the time to fear?
When love sings in their ears

I shall sing and wait
To see the difference and get
Know exactly what can be its real value!
Then come to conclusion for its review