Ode to the man

Asking for forgiveness from women readers and apologising in advance, I post the following lines. There are many poems praising women. Very few written for the man. So decided to write a few lines about them. But then it grew very long and I realised, there’s much to be written about men.

Dedicated to the men in fifties. Who have suffered almost everything, that would have been there to suffer. Life is never easy. Not for men and certainly not for women.

Ode to the Man

They say a man is a brute

A cunning fox and a dirty swine

He aims for stars

Crushing women without remorse

Under his feet

Mother sisters wife and daughters

For him everyone is a tool

Brotherhood is his world

Getting wasted in bars his right

Yet a man is lonely

All his life

His sufferings all his own

To be dealt with

The fairer sex would say

That’s his own choice and deeds

If he ever comes to the point

Of sharing it

And he swallows everything

Hundreds of secrets

Of humiliations and losses

And shattered dreams

That never come out

He won’t share it

For they won’t understand

Rather misunderstand

Multiplying his misery

Though all he desires in those moments

A little silence and some space

Or some beer with friends

To heal

Yet the hounding never stops

His bosses his clients

His banks and lenders

Relatives and neighbor

All keep striking their blows

Without any end to it

At home sharp hooks of expectations

Pierce him everywhere

Tugging him all over the place

Pulling in every possible direction

Everyone wants a piece at least

Of his flesh

If they can’t own it

Entirely

Yes he is applauded and praised

By those he dearly loves

Gooey looks and tender touches

He receives in public sphere

Later at home

The same old script is played

Perplexed at the rapidity

And complexities of change

He gives up and stares

At the walls and ceiling

Though he knows

The answer’s not there

Almost every night he lies awake

Thinking hard and in vain

Tired at last he turns over

Pulls her closer

Stroking her head gently

Brushes away the strands

Falling across her face

Looking at her sleeping face

For a long long time

He smiles

A genuinely affectionate smile

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar

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