Awaiting the end

Out of nowhere, his friendship was offered to me,

When I was all new to this place.

I accepted it and was happy to see,

Such a person who was so merry and always gay.

 

A sweet and a clear-hearted person was he,

Who would enlighten the place where his presence was witnessed.

The air there was full of mirth and exuberance,

The essence of which I can never forget.

 

I got closer to him and we became such good friends,

But some lunes around could not see him getting a new buddy.

They uttered unkind and cruel words to me about him,

And said things so that my friendship with him I could cease.

 

But I had my own ways of judgment about a person,

And so, nobody I ever did heed.

I remained his friend even then,

And did things so that a buoyant life he could lead.

 

But as the year passed, he began to grow morose,

His life was made tough and was adorned by thorns.

He would get depressed and sad every time easily,

As more people who spoke wrong about him were born.

 

Somewhere there was my fault too,

As I also blamed him for some reasons.

But believe me; I never wanted to hurt him,

But to bring in his life some spry seasons.

 

I unlocked some stories to which only I had the keys,

And apprised him of each callous word, for him that was being uttered.

I know it must have hurt and pierced his heart a lot,

But still the innocent he, in agony too, heard it, and not even a word he murmured.

 

He listened to everything I told him patiently,

And promised to wash all the flaws off him.

I know he never wanted to do anything iniquitous to anyone,

Thinking about all that, with tenderness, my heart was up to the brim.  

 

He tried his level best and I found in him a change,

I began to respect him even more seeing all his efforts,

He achieved some new friends and got some old ones back as rewards,

But still he felt, of something in his life, there was a dearth.

 

He wears a charismatic smile for this world.

It has been two years since then when I made him my friend.

But what pinches me the most is that still,

I could not bring the grief within him to an end.