On Mind Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

On mind

Until your face lines show
The human pain with sad glow
Your look shall create no impression
It shall be mere obsession

That you look beautiful
Lovely face that looks cheerful
Happiness is seen
And the brilliance is over all intentional scenes

Beautify is joy for ever
I heard it often and whispered
Why not roses get crushed in open?
Where as it has divine appearance to show live heaven

No one may pick or pluck the flower
As it shows special honor
For being alone an object
And accepted as natural fact

No one sees glow
But how beautifully you blow
Human sufferings
And reflect on minds of human beings