The Beauty In Possession Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I hunted for original beauty
And prayed for one to almighty
Black or white was welcome
Found certainly when was back home

Exactly original as if carved out
That was in mind when talked about
She stood there with elegance
To see her face to face was just golden chance

God really spare time for beautiful object
So he has not fear of letting down on act]
That figure goes all out for praise
When lands on earth to find demand with chase

See her eyes and find heaven
Lots of invitation with graceful silence
I would love to call her beauty on earth
Anyone would love to fall and like till death

No sex appeal but full innocence
That can be observed at variance
Her eyes speak a lot for secrets inside
She is there always to confide

I find her like ocean
Her face speaks volume still remains clean
No secret dept of any kind
I still try to probe and read her mind

The probe is on to go still deep
Her face reveals all that I want to keep
A good human soul with utmost integrity
God has really granted very good personality

She must excel in each field
With sway over position held
I wish her grand success and elegance
With beauty in possession on face