Where has that fun dude gone these forlorn days?

Where is his smile, as sweet as lemon tea?

Does he believe all the prayers he prays?

Or is his heart as dark as stormy sea?

I wish he knew nothing last forever

Problems can be solved, he shall overcome

There is so much joy left to discover

Late night musings, are they always welcome?

All those questions on which they ruminate

All those lingering doubts he keeps having

Maybe tomorrow hope will germinate

And promptly save him when he needs saving

It hurts me to see him drown in sorrow

When I have happiness he can borrow

P.S: Hold on to happier moments, Nardho, pain ends!