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The Silent Cry of a Man

By Subi Sheikh


Once upon a time, there lived a

man—Strong and brave, making

women, their slave.

Then came the term "Women

Empowerment," —Giving women

wings to fly and making them brave.


The call for gender equality began to rise,

So, they could work freely with men side by side.

Many struggled for this equality,

So, they could rise without suffering brutality.


Laws were made to shield and defend,

To bring injustice to an end.

Yet, who knew some would misuse the same,

Turning justice into a mere game.


Oh dear! If you believe in gender equality,

Then stop demanding for alimony.

Voice of empowerment,

Will all turn into baloney.


A man, too, plays many roles—

A son, a husband, a father, and more.

Balancing between parents and wife,

Indeed, it’s not an easy life.


Society’s pressure of being a man,

He can’t even cry or show his pain.

Crushes him beneath its weight,

The fear of judgment and silent hate.


Many men, are also in pain,

Yet their voices go unheard again.

If they cry or speak their truth,

They are met with scorn and ruth.


You are your parents’ princess, it’s true,

And no doubt, he is a prince too.

You dream of a prince who loves,

protects, and always cares,

He, too, dreams of someone be

always honest and fair.


Give him time to understand,

He may be slow but holds your hand.

He makes mistakes, though unaware,

Yet always tries to mend and repair.


Nobody sees his silent tears,

Hidden within his voice of fears.

He, too, learns things anew,

So how can he be perfect for you?


A cry that no one can see,

A silent cry—THE CRY OF A MAN.

His responsibilities overburden him,

Otherwise, he might have ran.


Yes, some men aren't good for society,

But so are some women with greed.

Laws should stand for truth and justice,

Not to favour one but serve all needs.


Proper investigation must be done,

Before declaring a man guilty.

For fairness must not wear a face,

But shine with truth and dignity.


By Subi Sheikh


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