Before Rose Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Not all flowers
But only rose
Can make me to chase
And pass off the the critical phase

Rose cannot remain different
It is apparent
In its look
The wonderful book

You can never explain
And always remain
Non- pulsed and guessing
Its fragrance can never go on missing

It will remind you
Not to act blind
The rose is only meant to be seen
Even though garden may be full of rosy scene

Write down in praise
As many words as you can choose
Just pose before rose
You shall not like to close (eyes)

There is magic spell
Not to speak but to reveal
About magnificent show
With wind’s gentle blow