In Disbelief Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was not my concern
Still turned
To look at beautiful woman
Ordinary, simple but looked human

She seemed from village side
As her dress made me to ride
Over thought s and find out
What kind of natural flower she was?

With kid on the back side
She had nothing to hide
But her face reflected real beauty
I thought of great creator, an almighty

Not a lip stick application or make up
That was visible on race top
She bore simple outlook
In disbelief I shook head

You won’t know
How did she blow?
Showed sign of no arrogance
But only beautiful presentation at once