Family men
You may know — she screamed a lot,
But you may not know that he was still holding her along.
They say, and they repeat,
Calling him the villain in stories incomplete.
Yes, he may seem inhuman and vile,
But not every man walks the same trial.
Remember — he is a person too,
Burying his dreams for the ones he holds true.
He walks under scorching mid-day rays,
He doesn’t cry — he survives every phase.
Yes, I’m writing about him, again and again,
Because behind his smile, hides silent pain.
The brother saving for his sister’s fate,
Missing home, but never showing it’s late.
He has promises to keep strong,
He can't be weak — he has to sail along.
Yes, he must sail through life’s stormy shore,
Even when the world shakes him to his core.
No applause. No mercy.
He is a family man — he must swim surely.
He can break, he can fail,
But like a mountain, he must prevail.
He cannot drift —
He must be the stone that bears the shift.
He is the pillar, the silent flame,
Carrying his home, without name or fame.
That’s why he’s quiet.
That’s why he smiles.
Because he’s not just any man…
He is a Family Man.
Copyright © Kritika Jain | Year Posted 2025
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