MEN NEVER CRY

A Poem by K. Tanushree

Male chauvinism and egotism ; women in woe ; realisation comes too late.

MEN NEVER CRY

So was the statement �"

“MEN NEVER CRY”.

And so despicable I was

To believe that men never cry.

But one must know that

It is the world’s biggest lie!

What is life without wet tears?

But emotionless and desert dry.

My MOTHER ushered me to the world.

But after having the world’s introduction,

The usherette was left unheeded.

It was her cosy laps in which I was fed.

But soon, the comfort was relaxed from me,

And in the dimensions set by FATHER, I was bred.

I cried for the old protection

Of my mother who too longed for me .

But little was her say in my father’s despotism.

And so wiping my tears off forever, he said,

“MEN NEVER CRY”. From then on

Carrying those words, I moved ahead.

And so, on HER untimely DEATH,

They ceased all my tears, for

“MEN NEVER CRY“, they said.

And thus, my eyes have never ever wet.

With time sprinting, I was arranged to live a married life .

And there entered a second lady

Who now, must behave as an ideal WIFE .

In those days, this foolish mislead poet

Made his lady weep so much that it

Seemed that he was making her cry for

All those years he hadn’t done it.

Much like he had lost his wits .

Deep emotional cuts sent HER to fits.

HER desires were crushed into bits.

Then through my perished companion,

A SON was GIFTED and a GIRL was BURDENED.

She sighted what I had done to HER mother

And how I cared for her brother.

The third female had entered during my aging years.

My this child had inherited my quality of concealing tears.

She fired her glances at me, with flames of revolt.

Those dry eyes fell like a lightning bolt.

Her sealed lips burned with the agony of her mother,

Preparing to outburst, when comes her weather.

And the day arrived when she stood as a perfect feminist

Who said that I was a FEARful monster

And not a RESPECTable father (dad) .

How could the egoist suffer that ?

Her words were like a slap.

That night, I couldn’t take a single nap.

So in a few weeks, in a bridal attire, I made her clad.

To stop her getting to worse from bad.

She was made to succumb with all the energy I had.

Years after, I found myself on my death bed.

I realised that my gifted child, my son and I,

For many years hadn’t met .

I longed for him , I sent for him.

So I waited and sleepless nights were spent.

But entered the ABANDONED CHILD through my gate

Throwing away all her hate.

I was dumb, I was mute.

She looked at me but not as rude.

And I thought that at the very last stage,

Why had my son become so shrewd?

She rushed towards me, she had tears in her eyes

As if questioning, why do MEN NEVER CRY?

At once she took my medical charge.

And whenever we met, I could see in her eyes

The grief of my upcoming death.

It was the time for retrospection.

In her RESPECTFUL ARMS, I revived

The late mother’s and wife’s affection.

The FEMINIST revolutionised me,

Drifting me towards my resilience.

So, at last, I made, perhaps the first ever request.

To my DAUGHTER I said,

“Please, you’re the only source of my peaceful rest.

All my life I have only ordered you

But this time it is a request.

My only child, get me CREMATED with your PIOUS HANDS

To let my felonious soul heave out the sufferings

Of all my crimes from my chest.

And in her lap, laying my head,

For the first time that man wept

Who had never ever wept.

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar problems. Its too long , I know that.

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Jane Dougherty

I agree with Danielle. You have a powerful poem and it's expressing powerful sentiments as well as a message. I think the rhymes diminish it as you in some places it's obvious you have chosen a word because of the rhyme not the meaning. I think I'd strip it down, keep a rhythm and don't worry about whether the lines rhyme as long as they have a beat. If you want it to appeal to several different cultures, the beat would be a good way of putting it across.
I'd also take out the capitalisation. To my mind it looks as though you don't trust the reader to pick out the important words for themselves.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Danielle Anatomyy

You say ignore grammar problems, but if you realize you have some, shouldn't your correct them? Reading this my first time, I questioned whether or not English is your first language. Is it? You have a lot of potential overall as a writer, but your format could use a little work. Try not to double space, with words, or comas, and be careful with your rhyme scheme. I can tell you're a very deep writer. A poem doesn't have to rhyme to be considered flowing. Keep writing; practice doesn't make perfect, but it makes you better.