Turn Into Flavor Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Turn into flavor


I don't know how does it happen?
But it takes place and turns into heaven
I create place to live in
And almost win

It is love
That I believe firmly
And extend with care
People look at me and stare

I simply saw and fell for beauty
It was simple show by an almighty
Simple flower with red petals
Honest in approach and straight individual

It created no ripples
But made holes
In the slow beating heart
It was just and beautiful art

If that gesture find favor
I shall turn it into flavor
And extend honor
With appreciate words of adoration