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How To Be A Man

Published by devivek in category Poetry with tag boyfriend | Dream | father | Life | Love | smile | son

Man don’t  feel pain.

We’ve been brought up in households, which made us preach such false teachings.

They told me I will soon be the man of the house, while I was just 6 year old.

It’s not their fault you see.

This is what they’ve been taught since centuries.

That men don’t feel and men don’t cry.

Man up they told me, man up, young boy

And as a kid, I once cried in public

And people laughed, as if they actually loved it

And then that kid wiped his eyes, his smiling face was full of lies

He’d make a decent writer, but an engineer sound more wise

When can we finally talk about mental violence ?

So that I can finally break this silence ?

So that I can unlock my door and let you in

Don’t ask me why was it shut so long and why is it so dark in here ?

So this is about the men in your life.

And contrary to popular belief, this still is feminism.

This is for every father, every brother, every son.

Who wet his pillow so many times, and yet he’s woken up just fine

He’s broken down and yet he’s smiled, he’s owned his moustache, but he is still a child

He wishes he could talk to you about this, but he wouldn’t know where to begin

He is a product of a failed social system, where expressing himself was considered sin

And he is buried them all inside and look he is alive and yet he carries his kin

Look at his tears drip from his silence, you need to break this silence and talk to him

So go, talk to your dad

Ask him what his dreams were, what he really wanted to pursue

Talk to your elder brother

Ask him what he is going through, how he landed up in this job he never wanted to

Tell him you miss him, and that he could spend more time at home

And that he doesn’t need to hide his notebook anymore

Talk to your son

Who might be really young, but tell him that he needs to speak

And that crying in public won’t mean that he’s weak

But he can’t cry himself to sleep every night, because the world is running out of dry pillows

Talk to them

They might not speak up about what they have been through

And it might take them a while to actually share.

But it’ll be comforting for them to know, that someone’s there to listen

Someone will help them take care

And most Important thing, talk to your self

Look into the mirror, smile.

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One Out Of Every Five Indians Is Suffering From A Mental Disorder.

A WHO Report Suggest That Indian Is The Most Depressed Country In The World.

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