Inevitable fate of a He

The cock also sweat Sweating beneath the undaunted hair Though unseen, untethered Unnoticed yet vulnerable. The male lion also weep Weeping gently and silently With insignificant traces Though galloping and parading In confidence which left creatures Marvelled and tender. The virile also feels They also go through pains Pains seen and unseen Though eye catching faces And beautiful faces are worn over Should the Bull go begging when in awe of death? Should the mighty cry ? Should the Cheetah crawl ? Should the Tiger be afraid? In street, the virile is left alone Detached, chastened and stranded Moving to and fro But no place to call home. Even when he wants to be known And cherished, he is deprived. Should humanity be switched? Even when switched, will he be known ? Will he be recognized? Or will he be appreciated? He is all alone Longing to overcome Though no hope of winning But hanging on till the driver arrives And all is left behind.