How can he not see his own fear?
How can he not?
I have seen him...
Standing on the pulpit
Telling people not to be afraid,
Of anything but their karma
And then I see him cowering
Before someone as dark as
the soul from Hades
Afraid to even open his eyes
I have seen him stand next to them
Who asked for his generous hand
And then I see those hands shivering
Shaking with fear and anticipation
Of what awaits him....
There is nothing I see, to be afraid of
Just another somebody
I have seen him smile and joke around
Like a careless schoolboy, in the playground
But behind that mask of glee
He hides fears unbound
Tears unshed
Some stories unsaid,
Some feelings he cant share...
I did try to help him out
But its hard to get near..
All I could manage was..
To aggravated his pain
This was a mistake I made,
Again and again...
One-day , realization dawned upon me
I finally managed to see clearly
That the fight was his own
He has to battle alone
The demon he fears
Are his own creation...
And destruction
Only can he ,have them killed
I am just a silent spectator
Watching the gladiator fight
Taking down notes
Into the book called Life
Only, I wonder sometimes..
How can he just live with those fears
For he has helped me fight mine...
#dedicated
©mirai_shayari
