'Firm you must be, show not your emotion'
That has been our mantra which keeps us in 'motion'
'Ignore her words, she is not your par'
Out of braggadocio, we left her talking to the doll and we stuck to our pals

'Men don't cry! Men don't cry!!'
The evil within roars when we heave a sigh at the pushes and pulls of life
Yet, from the beautiful glow of the moon, our girls could shed tears devoid of pain
Native conventions make us free captives
If men could cry, the faster for boys to realize life is no bed of roses

'Let it die, you have no right to strike the chord of emotion!'
So, her desire would rather fade away before her vigilant gazes
For her, she could receive, but can never take
I wonder if we know- that if it is not good, it does not make it bad.

They were taught that men must be strong
At the set time, emotions would be unraveled by his words
How many broken homes will it take, before we know that this principle kills?
Look! Another couple of circumstance walking down the aisle
If women could talk, her dream man is the groom's tailor.

Men don't cry, but men cry
Women talk, but women don't talk

How come no one questions the hard labour of the dangling carrot?
Why are succulent bosoms always accused of touches that never existed?
Because women don't talk?
Because men don't cry?

Science would never succeed curbing women's emotion
The sun would never shine to drain men of the tears to shed
So, let them talk- expression is not an exclusive task of only men
Let men cry- women should not feel like they are alone in that

Real men are not the ones who do not cry, they are the ones who do not fight tears.

Real women are not skilled at bottling emotions, they are deft at its modest expression.

In truth, men cry
For real, women talk!

Oh Shame, you can't inhibit me! The expression of oneself costs nothing. Dear Hidentity, I am yet to have a clear understanding of this your condensed parable.