World As Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

World as

Roses
When chosen
For person to greet
The heart shivers to meet

It smells
And fragrance spreads in nostrils
The mind becomes fresh
With simple test

The test goes further
The face adds glamour
The hand touches vibration
Such is relation

Think of holy boat
And quote
Some words to whisper
That shall stop river water

I have ability
To move for journey
With nothing in hand
And still making world as friend