The Sky And Brush Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Sky and brush

She always strikes
In my dreams
In my imagination
And reminds of good relation

I try to gather her impression
But it is lost in oblivion
I look at the sky with brush
But not further I could push

I pained your image
And filled colour on canvas page
Yes, you were my dream girl
"Exactly the same, " I thought for a while

Your eyes gave me one stare
Still, I dared
To say something and whispered
I don't know what actually you gathered

I am not following you
But passing through
The great pain that I never experienced
But I really promised her