Men: hello goodies!

He eyes the one who is meant to be
Fondling his thoughts a little more for longevity
Love is the destination for this one woman man to see
It was all worth a chase for a beautiful painting of destiny.

The one with a warm embrace takes all the pain away
Soothing the insides  protectively when the shoulders engage
Daily checking on his produce for a visual treat that's far from grey
Till night comes to kiss goodnight thus releasing his children's ache.

He watches every move you make
Sibling fights are nothing but acts of care
There always when needed and so close to hate
If he learns that his sisters are objects of gaze.

The buddy in him is the best to offer
A bond so deep that spouses may dread
Lovable yet so irritating it all could occur
He can be family one need not shred.

O mentors! Closer to hell
Upset them and one is dead
Scrutinizing every detail with rebuke
That actually chisels you to your best.

A responsible son is all of the above
Nurturing & learning all the way
In the journey of life so tough
That he is a reward so precious and gay.

Child Labor: little ironies ...

Eyes full of dreams laden with grief
Taking steps each day that were brief
It's a childhood so not innocent with a belief
Yes one fine day it would all be a relief.

Small hands meant for holding toys
Are working like grown up girls/boys
Focusing only to earn a morsel
Fully enraging them to burn life's vessel.

Playgrounds are not their destiny
It's a turf of God's villainy
Where their stars are far from shiny
Pushing them with resources so tiny.

Lives fortunate enough to be alive yet so dead
Breathing life with a disease congesting their heads
These little angels shirk away demons so ruthless
With a tough fight each day that leave them almost breathless.

Why not all of us be those merciful humans?
And give them a chance to be artisans
Of their future that would be like oceans
That help them sail with best of plans.