A Man

I conceit the fact that

I am a man…

Sit on the center-stage

Give speech in assemblies

Consider myself “grand”…

But

I remember…

I cried a lot

When I was a kid

With my head dug in mom’s lap

When my toy was broken

When frightened

I took my grandmother’s shelter

For that I have broken

My dad’s watch

Even today

I run to my sister

When conditions become intolerable

To seek mental rejuvenation

Every now and then

I live

And will live

With different faces of women

Still

I deny their existence

I retract them of the respect they deserve

I am a Man

I consider myself “grand”…