Frozen Sentiments Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

That veil
Oh god makes smell
Of flowers fragrance
That we fail to see at once

How can moon be hidden?
It may appear all of sudden
Then all lovers may try to peep
And gracefully try to keep

Beauty is beauty
Gifted by an almighty
Who can deny?
Or justify

Through and through
Probing with eyes untrue
Shall be no solution
She is for sacred relation

Even under veil
I feel really well
I feel she escapes unhurt
And looks very smart

She has frozen sentiments
Caring for no comments
Only lucky man can send
His wishes at that end