It's a well worshipped phrase,
that "boys Don't cry".
Then what does they do?
Hide it till the eternity,
becoming a pawn in hands of society?
Just cry in the rain to hide the tears?
Or subdue it till it bursts
and pushes into melancholy?

I did get hurt,
when I wasn't sure of us.
What went wrong?
What was my mistake?
Was I to be blamed for this?
These questions Swirled my mind
Day in and day out.

No one to talk, no one to express,
Deepening the grief and sorrow,
like a mite on a wound.
I admitted my fault.
But would you ever get to know this?
I suppose No, that's fine.

It's been months,
We haven't talked openly...
I just needed a clarification,
which I never got, now I care no more for it.

And I too cried for a person,
which I never thought I would...
It was hard but I managed,
Now I'm still emotional,
but can reason well for the consequences.

I cheered myself up,
to move on and start again.
I would again say, "boys are not rocks",
we too feel the pain. 💔

© Brave soul