To The Level Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

To the level

Beauty does not grow in air or ground
In garden or elsewhere to be found
It grows in an environment
And shows it as heavenly sent

Beauty has place
To identify race
With humanity
And for universality

To an ignorant man
It is beautiful woman
With red cheeks and lovely face
Height above average and lovely object for chase

We are confined in area
With no possible dip in sea
But imagining about vastness
By simply looking at color and face

But beauty shall be appreciated
By a person and elevated
To the level of divinity
And worshipped to the level of an almighty