Love Is Sacred Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Neither love is simple matter to be wrongly misinterpreted
Nor can be taken casually or unfairly treated
Cases have been reported where even dreaded people are transformed
World needs to be properly educated and informed

Flower just represents emergence of inbuilt feeling
Lovely appearance and color may crate willingness
That is place where love emanates and mushrooms
All sorts of praise for it take place in isolated rooms

Love is never different so is its appeal
No one can neglect it or try to repeal
It comes in the form of strong invitation
Any one may be spell bound to have relation

Love can not categorized like desert, sea or air
Chances to get it not always fair
It can make a person either trustworthy
Or beggar in street asking for mercy

Love is sacred in any form
It is like emergence of an earth worm
Slowly makes place inside the heart
Flower in any form may look to us as heavenly art