Outer Beauty In Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Outer beauty

I shall call it masmarizam
Fine pure form of humanism
Where person is charmed by outer beauty
And always floats as dreamy

The vision blinds
And finds
No other person
For unknown reasons

Did I not have other beautiful girls?
Those could turn
My fate as best one
But I liked no one

It is demand of an age
And desire remains in cage
But erupts from time to time
To enforce lust crime

Even though I am admirer
But remain far
From such and open act
This is mere revelation of fact