Divinity Show Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Divinity show

I am drawn towards
Not with words
But with fragrance
And appearance

The color appeals
And repeals
And hatred
And makes fully dead

It is quality
And blessings from an almighty
That allows full sway
And definite stay

The crimson red color
Reminds me of honor
That flower has in reserve
And compels us to observe

Even the rainbow color fades
When compares
With originality
You feel real divinity in show