Always Falters Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No untruth can stand
We need to understand
It shall pinch every time
As to have committed crime

Even though at far land
I remain true friend
We are destined to meet
And cheerfully greet

I know you shall not refuse
And allow me smooth refuge
That is the only way you can oblige
And silently realize

As soon as I am at home
You stand there to welcome
I go back to memory of last session
You were cutting sorry figure with confession

What was I expected to perform?
And honestly inform
That our relation is far beyond
I shall seek it forever as I am very much fond

Whenever I lay on floor
I always keep doors open
Wait for cool breeze to enter
But alas! It always falters