Poem: The Lone Male

In this fast-changing world where women stride confidently, there is a group of men who suddenly derail and become alone. They are either prone to violence or suffer in silence. The mainstream society does not see them as fitting, but as lone misfit creeps.

A small poem to start the week. If you see any such man in your circles, just let them lean in. This is not misogynistic, but caring for a section of men who have lost their way.

Poem: THE LONE MALE

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Who knows that men can cry
Till their river of tears runs dry
I can hear their hearts beat
how they cover in silent retreat

No wonder they went into violence
Or just sulk away and suffer in silence
For if they ever vent, cry, or weep
The world sees them as misfit creeps

They don’t understand the ongoing churn
A romance gone bad takes a wrong turn
The women of today treat them as children
Ignoring the wanton tantrums of their men

In a changing world, their story is untold
The silent suffering of those left in the cold
For gone are the images of the single lion
Left behind are these untaught, uncared-for men.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2023