hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Think Of Pure Love


My words were heard
As I slowly whispered
They were in air with intense touch
The melody was so sweet as such

It carries my feeling
It comes from inner circling
The heart responds to joy and grief
I feel relieved with great relief

I try to compose
Words are automatically chosen
It flows like river’s water
The heart and mind stands to alter

The poetry is no joke
It can never remain under smoke
It is reflection of true sentiment
With revelation of strong attachment

What is love? Some one asked
I did not stake claim and answered
If your eyes long to see someone
Think of pure one can expect from any one

Submitted: Saturday, May 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, May 10, 2014

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