Don’t Cry

I know
your pain
and the stillness that fills you.
Your floating eyes remind me
of horrors that once saddled me deep,
though now washed off in waves of time.

Why do you fall O friend ?
You are known to be immune to gloomy forces.
I am used to see you in the warrior's robe
and fight like Tipu or Lakshmibai,
all alone yet more spirited than a crew of normal folk.
Redeem that originality, turn back the hands of time.
Rescue your fleeting definition.
That look on you is like unfitting fear on the brow of a lion.

Look up,
the world's not lost;
It beckons you to fly your steel
beneath the sinking sun,
in the face of pulling pains.