Beauty Of Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Beauty of

You will sink
Deep below ink
As you try
To imagine and fly

What will you find in ashes?
That has finished?
And blown into air
To look squarely fair

There is nothing left
As it has made complete shift
In appearance
For people to understand the stance

You can't catch the air
And shape it into picture
As it will be only felt
And its fragrance felt

That is beauty
Of an object from an almighty
Whose presence shall be around?
But eyes might fail to have glimpse on ground