Round Shining Ball Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I see it as round shining ball
Just emerging from distant horizon’s wall
Scaling the height with lots off light
I can’t bear it with my open sight

It was dark and pathetic lull
Not a sound or movement in full
It remained in control as if for long
I was not sure of being right or wrong

Everybody said “nothing is permanent”
I thought and decided to go along for a moment
May be all phases are of short duration
This should not evade the main question

How frightening was deadly night?
Eyes could not see more even with powerful sight
Why there is no life in entire universe?
Why it is looked with so much gloom and curse?

I could think no further in absence of light
People might have thought enough of it to write
How could it be explained without real exposure?
I was about to get the answer for sure

Slowly and silently some foot steps were heart
Night was stepping in to pack up and depart
I could see wearily a worry on her face
She was certainly going to be a gone phase

Why some one beat a bell in the morning
I had heard it in the late evening
It had same intensity as that of setting dark
Even dog had acknowledged it with loud bark

This is different type of awakening
The pace is prepared and quickening
What is this in distance a ray with dampening hope?
Night is trying to balance along with her black rope

The bells are increasing intensity and some prayers are heard
Birds too are making sound with lots of hope and not to be feared
Yes, it reminds me of yesterday when I was not prepared to think
Today it is emerging with lots of light and forces eyes to wink


My hopes are coming to life with lots of expectations
Even though it had received in advance some indication
I believed in natural cycle to be repeated at some interval
This has been proved amply on the scene by son’s arrival

The tree branches, birds zoom and make some sound
As the rise up with slowly assuming the bright shape of round
Dews, earth and even wind acknowledge its powerful sway
I surely pushed the pessimistic views not to stay but go away

Let passing of each day is marked with glory
Everyone to remain delighted with no more gloom and sorry
It is how the life is to be shaped along with nature
It is assured with outcome as bright future