Real Scene Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

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