Words Are Spoken Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Words are spoken

Words are spoken to strangers
Who are love mongers
and land you in desert
Where you won't find even water

Love doesn't man oratory
That has been mastered by many
Of words are not found
Eyes shall assume role and go round

Look at an ocean
And you may find great scene
The waves shall go up and come down
The result shall be made known

Be fair and trustworthy
It may look lovely
The love shall grow
And favourable wind may blow

Find that oceanic sound as whisper
As if you feel after taking shower
It may take you further in the lovely valley
Where you may dream freely