No Comparison Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She appears in all
Either in rainbow or in nature’s call
Rain does her job
She is always robbed

She bears lovely heart
Shine on face as lovely art
Who can read her rightly?
A person who sings and hugs tightly

Did you ever see her blue eyes?
Did you ever peep in and try?
You will find full ocean
The waves may be going up and down

She writes of human misery
Many words to the praise of an adversary
Never trying to make foe an enemy
That is divine gift to her from an almighty

She knows her prince
Dream may come true at once
She longs for chance
Among the crowd and friends

The rose has no comparison
To show color with any reason
She has unique style and expression
Anybody love her with obsession

Who knows the wishes of almighty?
Why is she on earth with so much beauty?
I fear to pluck her or even touch
I am afraid god may punish me for such an act