Seeing him in pain

I see a seedling tiny and stout
That burgeons to be exuberent and sound
It is bliss ,watching him grow
It is a joy, seeing him learn


But now he is so torn,so forlon
It hurts to see him in pain
I yearn to see the withered him bloom again


I still recollect his beautiful eyes
That looked at me with innocence and naive delight
I can't forget that glint in his eye
When he vexed me with his mischievous deeds


But now he is so torn,so forlon
It hurts to see him in pain
I yearn to see the withered him bloom again


I crave for those instances
When he annoyed me with his wonts
I wait for those moments
Where i could tell him he was so wrong


But now he is so torn, so forlorn
It hurts to see him in pain
I yearn to see the withered him bloom again


Today he makes my eyes moist
With a sole prayer to see him in joy
I wish he overcomes this phase of depression
And there prevails a feeling of exultation
Blessings for him persist in my every supplication


I know he is so torn,so forlorn
I beleive my prayers will make him sane
Someday I am sure to see the withered him bloom again