Love Not For Sale Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

For them it is very easy
To call me label as crazy
Such comments keep them busy
As they are of idle mind already

I had decided in principle
To move on despite troubles
No one was going to help in crisis
So I made my own thesis

Love and live with memory
Here you and enjoy always and feel no sorry
You have love as treasure
This is your life and future

If she could not make with you
Forget about it and prove true
That you were real one to love
Hold the hand and sincerely to believe

Since it has not happened
There is no point to remain sad
People may call you by many names
Yet you have so much to feel and claim

Love is not for sale
This is simple, tale
If you follow by heart
It can be termed as lovely art