Love Wins Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Only love can speak
Can make strong or weak
Only lover can define
An artist may create impression and feel fine

Lover can read in eyes
Send message and earnestly try
Convey the feelings and express
Words are reflected on face

His mind rushed like river
To pick her up and alter
The gloomy scene into lovely nature
With vision to make it more clear

Why no lust is necessary?
The level definitely vary
Some one argues physical attainment
Some one argues feelings with attachment

Love wins in all cases
It is seen on lovely faces
Love sings like peacock
When rain depletes the stock

Rainbow may show all colors
But lovers may point out at rainy shower
The original love originates from nature
The indication makes it worth and sure