ReaL maN..?

Bitter the better,
Be it why..
I thunder the most,
Sounding like an Empty shell alike..

Cryptic sense I mean to hurt,
Until she cries, I cant be her support..

She looks soo pretty with tears,
I like to be the shoulder of comfort to her..

Jitters over thee,
And give me the pleasure to observe her beauty..
I like her weak, in my arms,
I am the man to hold her around..

Shes meant to be the sample of my superiority,
And pleasure my masculine maturity...

Hear the voice of a waking woman,
Who has more to explain than you think to be..
Among the set of Fears and Faults I found in me,
I recognized even you are not the angelic beauty..

My mother praised a man to be,
The one with capabilities..
The truth unveil before me,
I found you weak and frail behind the society..

Your strength was a hoax you shared to hide your ills,
Your power was a matter of domination over your will..

Show her your real strength,
And show your inbuilt qualities..
Give us time to analyse and,
Let us fabricate the REAL MAN..