For Her Age Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The world was so large
For her age
She was young and energetic
She knew the basic

She could sense the change
That nature offered in stages
Monsoon followed by spring
With many changes to bring

The flowers had its own reason
To open petals during blossom
Show the world about beauty
The real gift from an almighty

Not all flowers meet with same fate
So many are crushed of late
No one takes note of their disappearance
They are remembered only by chance

The most beautiful woman suffers
Despite her devotional offer
She stands between devil and good
Her position is never understood

She is not in position
To explain her relation
With real intention
That was not intended to mention