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An Ode to Men

Men who thrive with intent clear,
Never look back, despite their fear.
With hands steady and mind like a star,
They carve their path, no doubt how far.
As the clock strikes ten,
They step into the Colosseum's den
With the hope of making some gain
At the cost of the excruciating pain.
Holidays, what are they?
When the storm of tasks is at the fray
Throughout the year, month and day
To uproot obstacles away.
He moves through woods in search of wood,
And also through terrains covering his hood
Just for the quest of some wealth and food
To sustain himself and his family for good.
Does that help him out?
Sometimes yes, sometimes not.
His efforts not getting the respect he thought
Brings his brain to a standstill, a rot.
Still, does he stop being what he ought?
-That's the question his son sought.
Through dust and storms, wind and rain,
Through plateaus and fields, the hilly terrain
The oceans and seas seem mighty enough
But in front of hunger, not really that rough.
Had the factories ever run without him?
If so, then pseudofeminists are still into a dream,
Apparently sucking the commoners like a cream 
Untouched by hardship, disasters and steam.
He doesn't have time to think all these
As missing the train will make his income a cheese
He has to work and pay his child's fees
Else their education will be deprived of peace.
The laws are only for the privileged,
With no scope for the oppressed-
Since deadlines need to be achieved however stressed,
Tensed, fatigued or aged.
Age is not a factor when it comes to work-
As it is only a medium to tackle overwork,
With little time during lunch to wash the fork
As he escapes the manager's famous "lurk".
No government will save him
From the blows and abuses of his team
But he has to live his dream
To improve his children's self esteem.
And after that comes all abuses
From his partner, that he is a disgrace 
As he cannot efficiently progress
And push himself towards success.
He planned suicide,
But realised it's nothing but a homicide-
As his demise would create a family tide 
And give their stomachs a rollercoaster ride.
So, he embraced his tools,
To fix up the world, ignoring all the fools,
And went ahead to amend the rules
Building a future where wisdom cools.

- by Sakshar Das
19th November, 2024

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