Learning from childhood
What I see
That men have emotions
But they are not set to free

From father to elder brother
Why do we expect maturity
Don't it see like gender inequality
We always talk about women prosperity
But why can't men show their inner reality


It's just a matter of soul
wrapped within a body casserole
Emotions are not under our control
Show what you feel
So that you can heal

Boy's can't cry is a common fallacy
That we learn in every chronology
Man can cry is not a joke
We just have to see it an Inevitable block

Yes, boy you can cry
Give it a try
Don't be shy
And Please show what's inside an intellectual guy

She was running here and there
as if lost in a maze...couldn't find home
She was crying brutally...eyes red and swollen lips.
As if a child...who got separated
from his mother, on a crowded street.
Her inabilities were pulling her down
in a dark well...
falling deep in a dark well...where her failiures echoed.
There were wounds that she had not filled
and now they had bleeded on others.
She was trembling and crumbling inside
as she looked here and there...
for some light...
finding her lost pieces.

My ears are in love with the music
As Pa! drives through the curvy paths.
And my soul is in love with these mountains
As I pass through the conifers.
I play hide and seek with the sun
As it peaks in through the green windows.
The cool welcoming air kisses my face
As it secretly enters through the window,
The paths are under the shade of woods
I feel like leaving my car...and walk the days away.
My eyes meet with strangers...
And my heart wonders what their stories are...

Thinking about the farmers -The Meal Gods
They are the ones born with fertility in their hands
But, that day I saw them protesting
Some were even older than my grandfather
I remember the sun...was just like the authorities
It got hotter and burned them.
Their voices were cracking down
As they sat their shouting for their rights
The eyes that use to shine on the harvest...had fired up
They say," It's obvious for us to die...."
I ask why!!?
The great men of our society, providing us food
How are they supposed to cry or die?
The hardworking days and sleepless nights of a farmer
are forgotten....as we taste our mother's food.
A farmer grows a crop...like his own daughter
-with love and care.
And believe me...it's not easy for a father to see his daughter die.
It's funny how we started from' Save Tigers'
And reached ' Save Farmers'.
They are supposed to hug each other after every harvest
But they end up hugging the ropes tied to their ceiling
Leaving their families to starve
And their kids...They end up  hating their own lands
for swallowing up their fathers.