Finest Hour Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Even if you have no good luck]
And badly struck
Never mind
But be always kind

What has not been achieved!
The idea is never shelved
Love is not to be demanded
But flavor is to be added

Rose is liked by all
Everybody laments its fall
But no one crushes deliberately
Its importance is realized lately

You are best
But go for no taste
As you kind human
Perfect match as woman

Some prince may come
And take you home
That shall be finest hour
To cherish and celebrate on tour