From Lust Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is one identity
That has been destined by almighty
I need not bother or worry
Or place self for burden to carry

Love is what I had dreamed
And silently surrendered
There was no dilemma in mind
I had simple way to find

We had merged and raised
Many times, our thoughts were chased
But internal happiness was always faced
It was simple joy and often traced

I came to know about river
Why do they become wilder?
It is craze to become one
To remember and embrace in heaven

It is mental status
Along with trust
That we separate it from lust
And consider it in life as must