In a realm where deceitful snakes intertwine, He stands like a lion, his heart pure and divine. He walks the world with gentle care, A heart that bends, a soul laid bare, He lifts the weight from others' days, And finds his worth in selfless ways. For every smile that he selflessly sows, He yearns for a touch that true tenderness knows. Yet no one turns to meet his eyes, As if his giving’s just the price. He never asks for much return — A tender touch, a kind concern, A hand to hold, a warm embrace, But finds no comfort, no soft grace. Still, day by day, he spreads his light, Holds others up through their darkest night, But dawn will break, and maybe, just maybe, A heart will awaken to save him, set him free. Still he stands, a flickering flame, In silence, he dreams of love’s sweet name. - Sarwesh S ________________________________ Analysis and Criticism of “Men Are Brave" but Alone As the poet of Men Are Brave but Alone, this poem emerged from a deep...