I Love My Readers Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I spoke frankly
Opened up freely
Gave peep into my mind
Readers were so kind

I have given full freedom
No sweet words and hide seldom
Criticize openly and use like/dislike
It makes my mind swing and strikes

I may have some set pattern
But never bother or concern
Old habits die hard
I adjust to change and look forward

Seasons too have changed
Desert witnesses snow fall and managed
Rivers get flooded where they used to be dry
I am simple human and can only try

I love to be among youngsters
Not because of their good look or sought after
But they have something like plentiful energy
It is like home coming and to feel happy

They restrain sometimes to speak
But they are straight and not weak
Young age makes them do something more
But filed is unknown to explore

I wish them all the success
Even though they may find it difficult to have access
It is life and needs single hand approach
Guidance can help only to some extent as such

I love all my fellow readers
In fact they are leaders
How can we restrict their entry?
How can we make them unhappy?