With Human Art Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It occurred internally
Something wrong had happened really
Why true love can not be defined?
Why not we stand as refined?

What does it lack?
Why so much is at stake?
It must be seen in entire context
The feeling and attachment should be at best

Love is not to die
Love is not to try
Love emanates from within
The world is beautifully seen

Treat, Respect, Understand, Experience
Learn, Oscillate, and vibrate eternally at once
The true feeling may automatically emerge
There is enough time to think and purge

It demands nothing
But offers something
To last till the end
In any form including as friend

True heart always love
Cry and weep for others who do not have
Any thing to dream and seek
It has will power to turn strong from being weak

It has tremendous energy and power
As earth is turns fertile from rainy shower
So is the love capable of turning desert
Into green fields with human art