With No More Chance Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love and beauty
It is simple gift from an almighty
It is for all
But only luckiest receive the call

There is luck or bad luck
Everybody is struck
For drinking heavenly water
When river water is so pure

Everyone tries to dip
To have heart clean try to keep
As holy as possible in behavior
With complete surrender

How to explain her?
With outer show beyond with words to adore
No one on earth can do it with simplicity?
It doesn’t fall within our ability

Let us not confine
And define
Physical appearance
With no more chance