At Black Clouds Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I look at black clouds
Hear its noise very loud
Fully charged with stored water
Human beings wait for all needs to cater

Some how I have liked black color
It has special fragrance and odor
It has so much to show and attract
Of course with good nature and acts

How come these white silver linings?
Due to friction not clearly defining
How come it revolves around black clouds?
May there is opportune time for meeting ground

Black color leaves long lasting impression
There is no violation and transgression
It escapes unnoticed from world’s evil eyes
No one run after it and readily buys

Black has unique quality to store
Hide all treasures in belt to explore
Present to world all its high quality metal
Like beautiful rose with its fresh petals

I adore black for its retention quality
Its high potential and enormous ability
Not to feel bad even if said in open
It is accepted as fact in face of it even

I would give cent percent credit
Every living object has something to omit
They emit smoke disguised in black layer
We all are blind to prefer white and not to choose black as buyer