From Sea Shelf Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

From sea shelf

You are not to know
Where wind blows
Or air flows
Just go slow

Not everything has reason
It varies from person to person
Until you make it known
The relation shall never be grown

It is irrelevant question
To ask for mention
Until you are in love
How can one assume to be believed?

Some of the things are better not said
When it is clearly laid
Love has its own dimension
And adds no more confusion

It has its own language
Golden lines on printed page
With shining rays from love it
As if coming out from sea shelf