Cries of birth, brought tears of joy

Because gender revealed, it was birth of a boy

With passing days, he grew of heights

Charmingly learned to play, roll and pick fights

Hurt came one day, as he scratched his arm

After watching him wail, picked and called no harm

Whipping off his tears, words came out as a sigh

You are a strong boy, and boys don't cry

Perplexed he look, zoned out for a moment

Unaware of the beginning, of a lifetime torment

He peeks out of a drawn curtain, to seek love inside

But soon hope fades, and he shifts in search for it outside

Suffering when turned his way, all he did was suffocate

As fear of judgement, made him hesitate

To open up and share, as it didn't feel okay to cry

But shedding tears doesn't mean, he was a weak guy

Instead portrayed, that he was willing to fight

And was not giving up just in haste and fright

When isolated or deeply broken, men do cry

Then mask out with a brave face and do lie

That's how he was raised

And that's exactly how, by the world he was praised.