It's Unfair...

Often I hear wife complain

My words are never being heard

And I say to be heard

You need to hear.

Always ready with pouring word

Did you ever ask

Why are you so quiet dear?

Often just a few words only

Is enough to say

I understand your need.

Nothing much do they need

Just a assuring hand

You too need attention at times.

Pestering every moment

Trying to patch up as much they can

Only because they too want peace of mind.

See the actions they do

May not have words to concorde

But deep down they too want love.

Not the love your type

But an expression of his type

Satisfying every element he lost.

Never give up on him

He too has a tender gene

Seeking acceptance from the close one.

They bear all thing

Ready to forget every little bit

Just submit to him, the way he want.

Often tug-of-war begin

When both stand on two poles

Trying to be the boss.

A bit of sacrifice here

A splash of patchwork there

Can solve the matter forever.