Simple Lust Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

'The world shall be barren and gold'
I have been told
If soul is sold
How truth can be spelled?

Love is entirely different
That has simple attachment
Normal desire to be together
And spend time with one another

I have experienced
And chanced too
It gives lots of aching
When perfectly matching

Why pain when someone is missed?
Why is it so when it is heartily promised?
That is simple call from within
We have never seen this before

It is no love
I can't believe
Loves sans trust
It is simple lust