Own Quality Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Open fully
And see thoughtfully
What has it served?
Really it deserved

Heart is not simple organ
It is as good as human
Live with feelings
Cry and weep when clouds bring

In rain it gets shower
Fear when clouds thunder
Heart misses a beat
When opportunity greets

No part reacts than heart
It has beautiful art
The god has deliberately made
Where it is simple exchange and no trade

Eyes are true representatives
Anything that takes place surely indicates
Eyes keep staring and feel pain
When mind is not at rest or remain

Let that place remain calm
With no more tension and cause harm
It has its own quality
Feels nice with brevity too