Flower King Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Lovely emergence
After rain’s presence
With nature’s blessings
The color and elegance is really amusing

Nothing shall strike in mind
Except pleasure of different kind
It has power to appeal
And create feelings real

Known as flower king
Anybody would love to sing
In praise and feel fragrance
Love can’t be expressed in its absence

Eyes may speak
Yet rose may pick
Your sentiments
To convey in form real art

Neither It is not love alone
But expression of heart as not stone
Its beatings are heard
Slowly and steadily converted into whispering words