Let Silver Rays Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She was slowly emerging out
From the magic spell of sun’s light
She was dreaming for night to descend
Her beauty was revealing silvery end

I had fallen in love this before
Broken too as advanced the future
We could match with no theory
It was really affairs very sorry

This time I have played magic drum
With all my love music to turn
With deadly spell of oneness
That I wanted to see in her face

She has turned up to me in fairness
With all that resolve and smile on face
I held her hand gently and pressed
She really sunk in and felt blessed

My feet are dancing
And convincing
She is for me and shall remain so
Let silver rays disappear or go