What Makes a Man

On the road, in confusion,
Walking with me in some delusion;
My son asked, “What makes a man”,
And he hit the can lying in the lane;

The can moved,
The question roved;
I further walked thinking,
Searching any hint or some linking;

“Dad, is it the care which he give,
To his offspring and support him to live;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

“Dad, is it his love and affection,
Towards other without any rejection;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

“Dad, is it his sacrifice,
For all to rejoice;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

“Dad, is it his hands for helping,
For the sufferers who are yelping;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

“Dad, is it his offerings to God,
And bowing his head to almighty Lord;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

“Dad, is it his kindness and generosity,
And stopping the inhuman atrocity;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

The moving can collided to the front wall,
It changed direction & reverted back to us all;
My son continued to ask with changed question,
And I still thought about a man’s profession;

“Dad, is it the powerful muscles,
Which he uses them to wrestle;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

“Dad, is it the ugly fights,
Which he does in the nights;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

“Dad, is it the fast racing of cars,
Which he hits on the others with a scar;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

“Dad, is it the kill,
Which he makes with his will;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

“Dad, is it the abusing,
Which he uses without anything losing;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

“Dad, is it the damn violence,
With which he breaks the calm silence;
Please answer my question”,
He asked & I thought about a man’s profession;

It was not the question of man or woman,
But the basics of the thematic human;
How could I answer them to my child?
About the question which turned me wild.

I thought about a man’s longing power,
Which he is in search for years, days and hour;
I thought about a man’s longing glory,
Which we have studied in the past history;

I thought about a man’s jealousy and hatred,
Which he cultivates for others without regret;
I thought about a man’s love for others,
Which he nurtures for his human brothers;

The can was still vibrating between two walls,
The questions were changing their stalls;
I walked, just thought about the question,
I sighed, and just thought about a man’s profession.