Flowers Trick Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It had been perfume
That consumed
And praised
Lover's chase

It had been first choice
With elegant look and promise
That took him near the beloved
To be liked and loved

The perfume matched
His elegance and reached
With all charms
Not to cause any harm

It had all kinds of smell
To speak well
About future love
When sincerely drove

Flowers did trick
When were picked
For lover's choice
As first to be heard with voice