Must Grow Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Must grow

I am afraid
As my views shall not be well read
I shall be criticized
And enticed too

I feel shy
For earnest try
But that is the only way
To extend the sway

I know, for sure, when speak
It will break
Deadlock and silence
My words shall find presence

Not all are well blessed
Poor are still cursed
They need two words of solace
Give them with heart touch, in case, if you can

What else do we have to part?
"Except humanity to care with" from the start
It is not fine ort or simple show
It is real bond that must grow