A Light Poem

In many oriental societies of us There is a belief that woman cries Either to hush up the faults she makes Or tries to win out of sympathy a heart of a man Believe me I do not believe it at all And I do not love to cry and the reason is not that I want to cover up my tender side Nor want I to show that crying is girlish And to face the challenge is heroic Under pressure never to break down is manly and I am a boy Believe me I do not believe in doing blasphemy But I never console a girl or let any one win my heart crying It is not that my heart is stone hard and I am cruel But I do a favour inspiring them to cry with content As it would help them to come clean and start things anew While I laugh and get the benefit of the word's best medicine.