Permanent Relation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was in blossom
The change was noticed seldom
I was in my young age
Red cheeks you can image

Honeybees all round
For my petals to open but not found
Made "hum" noise purposefully
I was mesmerized fully

One of bees came and sat over
Tried to smell to and open cover
I felt shy and made head down
It was last good time I owned

They were in quite numbers
Came on one by one to remember
Fragrance and sweet smell
I had no chance to warn others and tell

I was aware but lost in succession
All my beauty was touched sans confusion
It was all over for womanhood
The talk of town was in neighborhood

I had full satisfaction
That was real indication
Some sort of secret elation
Brand new bond and permanent relation