If I were to have a son (Poem)

I would want him to be STRONG,

Not to shield or impress young ladies,

But to protect himself –

Protect himself from LIFE which is gonna hit him hard,

Until he falls down on his knees,

Only to get back a straight punch,

When he tries to taste some breeze.

If I were to have a son,

I’d want him born with a strong mind.

I would want him to FAIL,

To feel as if entrapped in grim mighty dungeons, and quail,

But teach him to never cease trying,

And HOPE

Him to climb this illusive inimical place,

With dirt all over and a smile on his face.

If I were to have a son,

I’d want him born with thoughts that would fail.

I would want him to be GENEROUS,

Substantially for the other gender,

Who are no less, no more, but equal to him,

And order him to look them in their ‘eyes’,

NOT BELOW THEM,

As when a man’s eye goes down,

He losses all his gem.

If I were to have a son,

I’d want him to be born with a sense of equality. 

I would want him to LOVE,

To find the right girl,

And make her see the world through rose-coloured glasses!

 I’d yearn to see him love her more than me,

And with all his fondness

He’d kiss her on her forehead,

And never let hauteur cross his head,

-         I’ve always pled.

If I were to have a son,

I’d want him born with love in his heart.

I would want him to be WISE,

enough to know that GOD ain’t the ultimate might,

but are our own strengths and willingness to fight,

enough to know that there’s no harm in doing anything ‘like a girl’,

besides in real once you’ll echo,

you’ll do it right.

If I were to have a son,

I’d want him born with clenched fists – strong yet majestic as the midnight sun.