Always Rejoice Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It doesn’t happen
Again and again
Love can mushroom
Not in close room

What you call it is “jus lust”
Self ego and mistrust
Love can never be the game
And wholly blamed

Flowers
Come up after showers
The water and the earth provide chance
To emerge with beautiful petals at once

It is His wish
That we should follow and finish
Holy task of falling in line
And make life truly divine

Life sans love
No one can predict or believe
It is natural arm of nature
Let us assure and make sure

Give free hand
To noble thoughts and
Allow it to venture in open space
You shall always rejoice