The world spins fast, a changing tide,
Where men once stood, their roles defined,
Now shadows lengthen, questions rise,
A different truth behind their eyes.
The hearth once warm, a sacred space,
Now often cold, a fleeting grace.
Divorce's sting, a bitter art,
Tears families asunder, breaks the heart.
The laughter fades, the whispers cease,
A hollow ache, instead of peace.
For sons and fathers, brothers too,
The ties that bind, now stretched askew.
The vision fades of lifelong bliss,
Replaced by doubts, a wary kiss.
No longer bound by ancient vow,
To stand alone, must be learned now.
To mend one's self, to find one's stride,
With inner strength, and naught to hide.
For independence, a crucial plea,
To chart a course, wild and free.
To build a life, a purpose grand,
With no one's hold, but one's own hand.
The future calls, a distant gleam,
Beyond the old, a fragile dream.
For marriage, once a promised haven,
Now often proves a hope unproven.
The false assurance, softly spun,
Can leave a soul undone, undone.
In India's heart, a changing scene,
Where paths diverge, and lines convene.
For safety lies in self's embrace,
To find one's joy, at one's own pace.
To trust the strength within the soul,
And make oneself, serenely whole.
To not depend on fragile bonds,
But forge a peace that corresponds
To inner truth, a steady light,
And walk alone, through day and night.
For in this journey, vast and deep,
The man himself, his soul must keep.
