Her Natural Art Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Her Natural Art
Her natural art
Neither was it music
Nor your voice as relic
You were really divine presentation
You sang for world orientation
Your vocal cord did not shake
It did not make
Pathetic show
But we all preferred to go along
You sang well
And opened words to tell
About futility of life in general
We all became cautious as individuals
Is the life so vulnerable?
Are we not safe and capable?
All were useless arguments
It was heavy and sad comment
But with all these too
I looked at her to guess
She had fine feature of attraction
It struck me to build permanent relation
Is she really same in real?
I started to feel
She must be kind with heart
This is her natural art
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Is she really same in real? I started to feel She must be kind with heart This is her natural art Pic: - Johnus Poeticus