Our Youngsters Too Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Our youngsters too

I speak no rough
I make no laugh
Cut jokes or hurt feelings
I act as simple human being

So be cautious
Before making onus
Of misunderstanding
Else it shall result into unending talks

It makes me angry
If you use words in hurry
With no control over courtesy
You make the atmosphere clumsy

I speak with calmness
Reply with words harmless
Remain reasonable and reply to the point
Fact remains same as I prefer not to paint

So use word with restraint
I shall hear if you remain patient
Advise if at all it is required
I shall see that you are admired

This is how we treat
And greet
Our elders
And youngsters too