Love The Age Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love the age

Love to move and
Love to prove
Nothing to shake
Yet something at stake

What a feeling!
That comes as willing
To merge with one another
With clear instinct to propose her

Does the face create impression?
Does it invite for relation?
I go for it but there is something more
That pulls us to go near and adore

How long we remain as separate soul?
When there is clear call
I must admit some delay
As it paves gradually the smooth way

What eyes have to play in this game?
Nothing to hide and nothing to blame
It is destined path and comes for all
Breaks barrier and smashes the wall

Is that lust or outer show?
One may realize later on when grow
Think with maturity and look beyond
He may have an answer with solid bond

This is the only magic
That has no basic
One goes for permanent refuge
That finds acceptance with no scope to refuse

I love being human animal
Whether putting great show or performance so dismal
It has its own bearing with long way to remember
Years after years may pass with only numbers

Love the age and love the time
It helps to overcome sometimes
It has no edge to cut or create bitterness

It has medicine to cure and bring shine on the face