Spirit To Be Adored Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

So much is said about rose flower
A natural gift offered by rainy shower
Thousand times better in shape and show
Even in jungles naturally it grows

Beautifully guarded by small thrones
The pain offered is not easily gone
It reminds us of nature's protection
The shield provided against any harmful action

It has symbolic presence in people's mind
People are considerate and have feelings very kind
No one thinks of touching it to offer disgrace
Watch just from distance and bring happiness of face

In life too it is compared with beautiful woman
Always wanted by and longed for by the man
It is god's blessings that both are equal in terms
And remain unfilled when some one ditches in turn

It hurts most and heart remains disturbed
The feelings and attachment remains uncurbed
Man looses the will power to live in world
Life turns barren and wishes are pushed in cold

Not in all the cases love is respected in real sense
So many people deceive the counterpart and commit nonsense
Leave them to their fate and claim total ignorance
One time beloved and lover now ceases to be Florence

Love may hurt but give enough courage too
W will power to survive and prove true
That love is not the things to be ignored
As gift, as blessing and as divine sprit to be adored