With Fame Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is hard to disregard
For love and regard
As it should never remain one sided
It must be honored and equally paid

How can love be made no object?
Of any interest still tested
Live in desert any time
And discredit sometimes too

Even birds observe allegiance
Stay together and stick at once
Follow wherever there is safe place
They have happiness to voice

I am not sure of proper evaluation
This is one kind of holy relation
Even though it may look apparently as lust
But later on it turns out to be full of trust

It is life line to be in lime might
Whether person is wrong or right
He or she has to observe some of the rules
If life is to be made worth and successful

I gave fair thought to relation
I put all kinds of equations
None could stand against love’s angle
As it has formed many more triangles

Such relation is termed to as human one
Where it concerns not all but special one
The life is drawn forward with set aim
Whether life is bogged down or studded with fame