Sweet Encounter Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Sweet encounter

I know only one thing
'Beauty' is the word' for believing
Someone goes for outer show
And many prefer inward glow

Now 'inward' means your turn about
Your look out
Presence of mind with intelligent conversation
And above all, no glamorous presentation

Your eyes form magnificent show
With different glow
As if to show whole of the world
Without word being told

Smile is another weapon
That shows way to heaven
With stairs leading to gate
And sealing your fate

So it is sweet encounter
And only cheers to offer
With no strings attached
If those things can be reached