Anonyma Musa

Outlying yonder, behold that lad.
Who lives in solitude,
and ponders to himself.
He meets many strangers
and bids them farewell.
He toils all day,
but at night his tranquil goes astray.
Help him if you can;
he has been lamenting
for quite a span.

Alas! I can’t reach him
for I have no limbs
on which to stand.
He sits by my side all day
and at times even all night.
And reminisces someone,
but I know not whom.

He does have friends.
I have seen a few,
but he never confides in them.
So, someone ask him please,
had he ever lost his heart to some.
What gloom has he kept buried?
What is it that I can't fathom?

See! There he comes again.
And oh! He’s smiling today.
He is singing to himself,
and seems jolly and gay.
My Sweet Lord, I plead you
to keep him this way.
Let his happiness persist;
let the reason be what may!

Now that he goes, I bid him goodbye.
Wishing with all of me,
may the day forth quickly come by.
The next day passed
and so did the one after that.
He never came back and
I never came to know why.

Will someone please go find him
and let me be sure he is fine?
'Coz don’t know when,
but I have started to care.
And now I just want to be sure
that he’s happy, that he’s there.
And I wish I’ll see him again.
May be in some other life,
may be somewhere else.