The Fall by Parthajeet Das

Every time I fall in my eyes like tears cold,
The lofty heights of ideals I fail to uphold,
I fail to meet the hopes of my ones, near and dear,
I betray their faith and smile at the cost of their tear.

When I stab my thoughts, my dreams, and myself.
Revolt when I against me and thyself,
When I let you down on thy blessed name,
And can't see my face in stark shame.

The very cause for which I exist when I negate,
The purpose, the reason of my life when I forget,
When I betray my soul, and walk away from my heart,
Something urges me to get up and shake off the dirt.

In the midst of the tempest to raise the mast,
To strive and swim against the current fast.
Because after the fall the only thing wise,
Is to stand again, walk again and rise.