Men Too Bleed

Because I'm not allowed to scream,

Yet I'm a man and I do bleed.

The tantrum of office,

The great Indian politics,

All those unbearable gestures,

I'm good for nothing,

Shouts and useless I feel,

Because I'm not allowed to scream,

Yet I'm a man and I do bleed.

I lead a bachelor's life,

The landlord's call,

To increase the rent.

The maid is unhappy,

Asking for more money.

I'm tired for the day.

But, I cannot scream,

Because I'm a man and I do bleed.

Family is far away

Affection, I lack

Interior of my soul;

Love is what I lack

Yet I cannot scream,

But yes I'm a man and I do bleed.

To kill that loneliness,

I try to make new friends

Feeling affectionate towards one,

Getting closed with the another

Alas! She didn't have that feeling,

Once again I am rejected

I cannot scream,

But I'm a man and I do bleed.

In the world of stress,

I don't starve for sex,

I don't starve for lust,

All I need is warmth of love.

Secured place where I won't be hurt,

I cannot scream,

I'm a man and I do bleed.

Patriarchy set by our ancestors,

Is now a curse for me.

Who said men don't cry,

Men; full of emotions

Yet, not allowed to wet his eyes.

Imprisoned in his own jail,

Gasping for freedom of bail.

Society wagging it's raging tail.

Freedom of expression,

Is underused by men.

Because men aren't allowed to weep,

I'm a man and I too bleed.