A Rose Is Always Rose Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I dreamt of my youth on wane
It was still there and not gone
Still conclusion not forgone
Enough was yet to be done

Ruled the scene of love for ever
the fear for self was not there and never
I was considered the king of flowers
The rain pleased always with showers

I did all possible to cover my petal
The age was showing effect on its arrival
The dreams were threatened to be shattered
It was natural cycle and could not be altered

I am not still ruled by any darkness
I have still rosy charm with fineness
I may go down with old charm
Still there won’t be any great harm

You can call it misfortune
It is in keeping with the tune
One has to disappear and make the way
Whether it is with time or sun’s hard rays

It may be tough process
I shall loose complete access
We may certainly cease to exist
The stage is prepared for our exit

We might have existed for brief
It was definitely good relief
We never took it as grief
Though it is common belief

Let everything change but we may remain
It is our known area and domain
We have everything to offer and gain nothing
This is what we are afraid of something

Our roots may be giving way
They may not remain strong and give away
Still you won’t find any wrinkle on our face
We are for true love and not for mad race