The Bond Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The real bond has God's blessings
So much close feelings and nothing goes as missing
Two souls get together to fulfill the promises
Life is pulled on nicely with no label of miss

It is necessary to fill the holy bond
You may feel the life as pond
Though with limited world and aspirations
Simple solutions to the emerging challenges and questions

Is that what we aim for and finish the valuable destiny?
Do we go for completely for material gain and money?
If that is the only point for consideration
Then you will find many failures and abrasions

No doubt that may occupy majority of time with options
You may go through impossible ordeals and adoptions
Yet its basic instinct may centre on quick gain
Even though you may be worn out with complete drain

How much struggle you make for both ends to meet?
There is no enough space to secure the seat
There is always scuffle, struggle and burning desire
The consistent failure may subject you to satire

These are lovely stages and must be admired
They keep you tied until fully summarized
The outcome may be with either swing
You may stand victorious in the decorated ring

The name, fame and everything will come
You may have all praises and tumultuous welcome
Congratulations may pour from all the directions
It may strengthen your association with complete bond