Like Spring Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Only beauty is no perfection
It must be backed by sincere action
Who knows what is the reason?
To be liked and disliked by person

You are making world
To flow in your fold
You are aware of reality
That has been created by an almighty

To have beauty is one thing
To look beautiful is another thing
To earn love is different
To honor is really difficult

Beauty is like spring
May appear and bring
Soon to disappear
With autumn to approach near

People may rejoice
Extend promises
But soon to miss
As morning dew

Life shall mean
If we win
Hearts of our liking
When they are biting