Of Some Kind Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Find some one from crowd
Who can speak loud?
Hold your hand
And move as friend

It is not question
Of love to mention
It is commitment
And internal movement

I thought of attraction
With bond and relation
But it more of it
When we see and greet

We may not know
And suddenly go
Or follow a person
In quest without reasons

Think not when you feel
A reason to fill
Your loneliness
With smile on face

Love is of such kind
No one minds
It is specially suited
For two souls when elated