Why Do Men Cry?

Why do men cry?
O, but men do not cry.
Ooops, my bad, wrong question!
Of course men do not cry;
how else can they be called the man?

 

I meant to ask, why do male humans weep.
For grief, you say, alright and pain,
sorrow, loss, or by any other name
we may call a heartache?
Perhaps, in brief, for all the reasons a female
human might? But of course
the social construct known as Man,
the very image of God, it is often claimed,
how can it cry and still maintain
its self-imposed godliness; no, men do not cry!

 

Rather, men prefer to hunt, and plunder,
and men would love to shed their blood and die,
for a cause they have decided to believe,
and often loot and rape, upholding the said cause!

 

But woe! The thing men truly love
in their hearts, more than all of these combined,
is the role as writers of what
the definition of a woman ought to be!

 

So, of course men can never cry.
But female humans can become men too
and in shame, the man in male humans too can die!

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Hiatus

How long can I keep postponing the reality
of my senses, social standing and hunger?
How long can I keep fighting a war, lost already,
despite winning a handful of fights here and there?
   

It has been almost twelve months now I’m living on my dreams,
audacious for one from the third world middling class,
fatally foolish, I know, some would rightly say!
Perhaps my poor genes did not mutate properly,
for I know countless men and women too, who are
happy to live a rat’s life to its full extent,
living underground in fear and never too keen
to tie the bell, despite being cruelly victimized,
racing and multiplying like a fierce plague on earth,
to wipe out the planet from the face of the universe!
   

Well I can vent for all I want and call them any names
but perhaps that will only make my sin as grave as Cain’s,
for tonight a dreamer after dreaming his last,
will have to seek his way back to that despised world of rats
and only when he has nothing more to gain or has lost it all
will he return to his dreams with profuse apologies for the hiatus!

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Allegorical Allegations

Yes, of course I am free to seek the truth
but were you, to abuse my undoubted trust
and of course I am free to determine,
what might have led you to make me a fool!
   

Human beings do not react differently
to similar things, unless the said mind
is in fact a chronicle of perversion
and nourishing it is its’ meanest form!
    

So, I too was tempted to generalize
like the procrastinated boy of Shakespeare
had proclaimed, “Frailty thy name is woman!”
or like witty Donne that all women cheat!
  

But that would be like saying all men are rapists too,
so I told myself, perhaps it was only you!

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The Marching Lambs

As lambs we are marching towards the slaughterhouse,
through blood and gore, forests, rocks and vast deserts’ sands,
since the dawn of man to satisfy lust and greed
whose cloak has always been woven with threads of want
or need. In the beginning, it was with bare hands,
then with wood and stone but since the time of bronze came
the sheer scale has been rising up in leaps and bounds
until the Little Boy gave us nuclear liberty.
(We must leave due blood and fame for the Fat Man too!)
Still our march towards the slaughterhouse never stops,
for the men in power need these wars to remain,
should God need the strength of men to defend His name!
So we march ahead and the crimson river too;
give birth to saints women, not generals, will you!

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The Entire Universe*

* It was conceived and composed after I read the quote, above!

 

Well, I thought human minds alone could feel
because only human eyes could behold
the beauty of her face, soft and tranquil,
that could shine as brightly as precious gold!
    

And I thought only human beings with hearts
were in love with her just like I have been
but I wonder why then the warm sunlight
grows so luxuriant with her in his sight
or from its crescent to circle why the moon
glows so brightly at the sight of her face
and the beaming wind adorning itself
with a fragrance around her, nights and days!
    

Now I know the truth that not only men
but frankly the entire universe too,
in mild whispers with an invisible pen,  
is courting her by sighing, “I love you!”

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