Let us raise a voice for Men,
Why don't we fight for them?
He sacrifices for his woman,
But, nobody comforts a crying man,
Or holds his shattered heart again.
His calls are ignored after 10 p.m.
Be it any crime against women,
He is the one you condemn.
His life is often like a fen, (flooded land)
Filled with dead marsh wren. (kind of bird)
Most women don't marry a man,
But, the money of a rich businessman.
Still, He sings like a winter wren.
Rubs wet eyes of his beloved woman,
Though tears from his cold eyes fall amain.
He throws his dreams in abandonment,
And fakes his smile and contentment.
When his beloved asks, "Why to marry a man?"
While only a few women
Inquire,' How to love them?'
Forgive my mistakes, as my thoughts unpen.
While fighting for women,
Didn't we forget about;
Tried to write a Manist poem.