As my mustache grows,
as my voice breaks,
as I grow older against my will,
an imperishable masculinity I master to fake,
As I keep my emotions under rain check,
As I tower with my height and wisdom,
A part of me wants to discard all the privileges,
A part of me wants to break the conventional system,
Because as I vow to protect all my kin,
who am I supposed to confide in for my fears?
Because as I vow to provide to all under my shelter,
who is supposed to feed me when I can no more bear?
Due to this constant suppression,
of my own queer wants and unconventional dreams,
I envy all the beings of the other gender,
how they are allowed to bawl and scream,
My ego is becoming fragile,
worse than it has ever been,
because I am actually not aware where lies the line,
where I should be offended, where should I let it be,
I wonder if anyone will take time,
to look closer and look harder,
to discover the juvenile heart,
surrounded by a million responsibilities' border,
Because Manliness is not a gender,
it is more of a profession,
a symbol of strength, rationality and depression,
which mostly leads to an unexplainable aggression.