The boy who snatches lives

I wrote this poem for a competition on mens reproductive health awareness.Its about cancer and the conversation between the grandkid and the grandparent.

"Grandpa you look sick ,
Mom said ,I can't play with you anymore."
Little did the little boy knew
Grandpa might not live anymore.
"Grandpa where is all your hair?
I want my white candy floss back."
Little did the little boy knew
Grandpa might not be back anymore.
Little pain,grandpa ignored
Because they say,"Man up,men don't feel pain"
More tinkle calls in the midnight,grandpa ignored
Because they say,"You are a man,don't whine like a baby"
Little flow,grandpa ignored
Because they say,"Men can't be weak".
More pain,more bleeding
Little worried grandpa seemed
He needed help
He didn't take a step
He forgot himself
Shouldn't society change itself ?
For better to preach
For health ,for love
For empathy ,for vulnerability
For leaving toxic masculinity
Tears rolled down from grandpa's cheek
When he spoke,"What is cancer?"
In a frail tone grandpa said,"Remember that child who took your toy one day"
Little boy curiously replied,"Yes I do".
Struggling to hold his tears,grandpa said,
"cancer is that bad boy
who's trying to snatch me from you."
Little boy held his hand ,with strong firm
He said,"I will defeat him for you ,"
Grandpa said,"Yes my boy you will win ,
But will you promise me this one thing?"
Little boy's voice shook as he said,
"Don't leave me".
Grandpa said,"Never leave yourself,
Never forget yourself ".
Grandpa's lips on the forehead of the little boy
Tears that came down from their eyes
Joined in the river of cancer battles lost like Troy .