Our Advantage Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Our advantage


It was sheer nonsense
And to act with no sense
Why should I quarrel?
When heart has aligned so well

Hearts hardly match
Feel to react
At holy point
And resolve to join

You may not be called fool
When rule
To question on bond
The question is ruled out

It is like day and night
Inseparable part to feel right
Same is bond and relation
Where we are not in position to question

The may move
And prove
To our advantage
Till the age advances