Bid For Love Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The tree shall present
Bare roots
No leaves
And ready to leave!

But no, it is not
Real aim to be sought
It may again get vigor
And strength with honor

The branches may spread
And to be led
By fresh leaves
That may arrive

The tree may look new
To renew
Bid for love
And make us to believe

The human birth
Is to be made worthy till arrival of death
The life may be marred
But we need to inject and get it offered