Always True Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I cry
With enough of try
To stop it’s falling
But always failing

The desert had witnessed
Simple rose in sand bed
Fully open with sincere invitation
I felt for it and went in for relation

I opened eyes and wondered
But arms failed to extend with offer
I found no warmth
And it put break on breathe

I shall search again
And try to reach conclusion
Why love should not be realized?
At both the ends

It has its own dimension
To mushroom and blossom
It has consequences too
But love has proved always true