Divine Gift Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Time may change but not heart
It is feeling and not an art
It comes from deep within
It has no count for loss or win

People hurt often
Without thinking even
The tragic effect
By their acts

Keep on ill feeling
And keep on killing
The true desire
With wishful satire

Love till end
If necessary with some mends
I shall help to grow
And honestly allow

Love is divine gift
So make no shift
Whatever you do
Prove always true

Make no second option
Subject should remain captioned
Love is not occasioned by chance
It is coming in life at once