It Appealed.... Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It appealed me less when she cried
It even puzzled me when she lied
It even terrified me when she tried
'Love, happy valentine day' gently said

It is always nice to feel good about
Friends, relatives, near ones and who are out
Little urges arise in the remote centre of heart
Bring us together in times to come as living art

It is not mere exchange of pleasantries
In our life there may be several entries
But when some one enters all of sudden
It becomes unique in chance as very golden

You need some one to talk and move with
Confide in person and free the tongue from teeth
Prison gate opens up with lot more thoughts to release
What a situation to find with and live at ease!

Flower presentation may have been easy medium
Where eyes meet with eagerness and tongues keeps mum
No need to speak a word but only exchange of lovely rose
As if to speak thousand words in one word and suppose

Very delicate situation when you are seized with uncertainty
There is no time to think of and take help from almighty
Complete mind is diverted to single point programme and action
There is no time to think about other things and awaiting reaction

I hope world rejoices at this small token with joy
Somewhere takes place harmonious tuning to enjoy
Many feel whole world under their feet
So much to speak, converse and finally to greet

We have come closer indeed
At some point we have forgotten the lust or greed
It is sincere desire to think and cement the bond
Push everything aside and to take place at second

I wish and pray for this lovely day to do much more
Open the new avenues for world community to explore
We have no time to observe and feel delicate touch
Let us join together and feel warmth of feelings as such