In Real Term Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It will be best if you little ignore
Love inwardly but silently explore
What does the love stand for?
What is it made of and what is in store?

Love is not meant to burn
But give stable peace in turn
A way to unite in earnest
Live with good will as the best

No doubt, love is unbearable
But makes individual perfect and capable
To withstand the pain and ultimately bear
Ready for something unpleasant to hear

Desire is one kind of disease
That may engulf all but never cease
Frustration and dejection may give rise
To some kind of detachment and surprise

It is one sort of divine cover
That shall always protect and offer
Some kind of energy to withstand
Know closely and clearly understand

Physical attraction may never give peace
Life may be made hell and will never be at ease
Try to be tolerant and get ready for sacrifice
Stand high with head and prove true to promises

Love may then be fulfilled in real term
You may have everything to rejoice in turn
Rest all may follow in casual manner
Love is to be realized sooner or later