Lovable Color Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I wept at words
And prayed lord
"Oh God. excuse us
We are missing trust

Whoa are we o judge?
And budge
From love stand
And not understand

I waned to open
Tirade with weapon
My pen sharpened words
I showed some shots

So lovely flowers
Emerged after showers
With lots of grace
And smile on face

Look at free style
And the way they smile
I smile too
And get lost in crowd through

The lovable color
With sign of honor
Lord has openly blessed
The innocence is gracefully exposed