Beauty Is Called Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

What beauty has to do?
What it has to stand and pass through?
What is simple reason to be called beautiful?
The answer may come” face must be lovely and delightful”

Child may find universal beauty
In mom’s smile while watching her duty
She may serve well with sweet dishes
She may ask again and again before he finishes

The yardstick varies and so the definition
The eyes speak different and so the relation
Brother may speak nice about sister
So the father may look lenient and sober

Wife may look companion and guide
She may be only person to confide
The beauty and soul may never be discussed
Any such talk may find no place and always refused

Beauty is what we imagine and shape!
Nice face, rosy cheeks and long neck
Teeth so bright and nose very sharp
Such a figure may invite comment to laugh

I feel “Beauty is for eternal joy”
Whomever you feel right must be enjoyed
Not bodily but in thought as well
Lot more happiness may emerge to tell

Love the beauty in any form
Nature may provide the season warm
Animals and insects may never harm
Such beautiful scene may offer you great charm