In the hustle of life, they wear a mask,
Strong and silent, yet burdened, they bask.
With dreams on their shoulders, heavy as stone,
Fighting the battles, feeling alone.
Society’s whispers, “Be tough, don’t cry,”
But inside they struggle, they wonder why.
Work’s endless pressure, the race never ends,
Searching for solace, where the heart bends.
Family's expectations, a mountain to climb,
Caught in the whirlwind, losing track of time.
Yet in the silence, a warrior stands,
Facing the storm with trembling hands.
So here's to the men, with hearts made of gold,
Facing their battles, both timid and bold.
May they find peace in the chaos they roam,
And know that it’s okay to seek help, to come home
© Nishmitha Kotian