Bond And Logic Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Bond and logic

Nothing can grow in isolation
It needs good relation
To blossom
And show room

As flier has tendency
To show beauty
With fragrance
And give chance

So the life may demand
The dearest friend
In life to be partner
With closeness to her

If that matches
The time catches
With golden opportunity
To be called one in unity

So you re finding an excuses
Not to miss
Single opportunity
To add flavor with divinity

This is simple logic
With its own basic
We call it bond
That is called none to second