With Grace From Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Simple grace

I can read face lines
Make my friends to feel fine
Just provide me their simple picture
I read each line on face and cover his thoughts

Eyes help me a lot
People remain aware and are caught
I can read what he or she thinks at present
I catch each thought

Human face is like mirror
It speaks everything without an error
I don't claim it as talent
But art is definitely God sent

I speak for hours
And earn honor
From friends all over
that makes them to wonder

I have proved on more than one occasion
It takes me near through sharp vision
It has nothing to do with divinity
But yes, simple grace from an almighty