Purely Internal Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love is not what we all think
Love is resolve to sink
When needed to side and with full support
And take the withered ship to port

Everything is there in love
And we believe too
But who can speak clearly?
A person who loves so dearly

It is internal feeling
That comes as willingness
We are mere spectator
Identified as sincere lover

Until you know and belong
There shall always be something wrong
Breathe pure air but love too fair
Assure everything without fear

Love shall ask nothing in return
It is your turn
To prove and come out with honesty
That is all we talk of humanity