Dedicated to all the men who are fighting to be worth a person.

Men will be men, how little yet vast

The broken pieces and cast.

Not a tear shred, not a word spread

To bear alone, to bellow lone.

Because roughness is goal, Manliness is goal.

The innocence long famished

For expectations the society varnished

A pride to family, an obedient follower,

Yet the wishes suppressed; deep somewhere.

The cry of sorrow echos in the heart

Of the promises and piercing darts.

Men are monsters, we often hear people say,

But there's still that soft core hidden beneath the fake.

So to that little kid who is told — to become a man

You must not show but put everything inside the can,

It's fine, it's fine, you can let it go.

You can be vulnerable too; cry too.

And to all the people who make men so — Men should be taught

To be a human being first.

Rather than a man who is lost and torn apart,

To love, thrive and trust.

— Urja Ghosh
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