Shy And Shame Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am hasmukh by name
But still feel shy and shame
Offer very good smile
To live and love little while

Not all may understand
I feel lonely and stand
No friends no relatives or accomplice
No one to praise and offer promise

People are relaxed when visit me
They feel fresh and very much free
I make them burst in laughter
They realize only when come in after

I offer no medicine
I have no ready made vaccine
I know I can grow vegetables in famine
I know how to make friends and consider them mine

Love may not end half way
People will not desert and run away
Smile is powerful weapon
It can be offered to foe even

Only those people can smile and stay
Who have guts to make path in difficult way
Rest can offer forced smile in disguise
They can not make ship to sail or cruise

If you can take away unhappiness for a while
You can restore person a beautiful smile
He will go with full of contentment
Where the chance will be then for discontentment?