Real scene
What an eager wait?
For silver light
Ocean gets an impetus
With enough of trust
The waves get ready
As some movement is already
The moon is rising little by little
Daily it appears with like an apple
What is this?
Why moon appears like silver dish
Fully glowing and going up
The ocean too gears up
The waves rush to greet
Go up to their limit
Fall like stones back
As if forcibly to crack
It is real scene
And has been never seen
Even if at far distance
Love finds its chance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is real scene And has been never seen Even if at far distance Love finds its chance