Holding within you,
A thousand worries.
Convincing your eyes,
not to get blurry.
You too,
are fighting your own battles.
You too,
have built your own castles.
You too are hurt.
you too have bled.
Your part of bread,
you too, have shred.
In the quest of dreams,
you too have compromised.
Being 'Man of the House'
is not always,
your first choice.
Masking your face,
with a gratifying smile,
you convince yourself,
"it's just one more
one more mile".
In the world out there,
your duty is assumed.
you too, are not born,
with a silver spoon.
You have already walked,
a long way,
amidst the hurdles,
paving your way.
Stop. Sit. Talk. Rest.
Yes, you too,
deserve the very best.
Celebrate,
soar,
cherish,
applaud.
For you, are men.