Face Delights Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Face delights

She is on dining table
I saw her as an innocent individual
Perfectly in control with smile
I loved her style

"My name is hasmukh* I smilingly said
Surely you can't be fake!
She showed me cake
And offered to take

That was her polite gesture
But I was somewhere else
She was perfect personality
And smiling beauty with humanity

I am at my best
She said with good test
No, she was not hiding
But almost deciding

I hung up in disbelief
Even though she was brief
Like flower petals half opened
I was almost added by her

Some people are gifted
And our eyes are not shifted
From their face appearance
I thought this as good chance