When will the happy days come?

The rains of acid have pierced my naked soul,
In this joy exchanging earth, God has not given me any role.
I'm exempted from holding any happiness and keep it safe with myself,
In this world of tall and mighty, I feel like I'm a little ugly elf.

I'm bereft of friends, who can hold my hand and proudly say,
That they'll love me forever and always make me gay.
I'm tired of drinking blood of my dead dreams everyday,
And finding only a coffin for me to comfortably lay.

I'm exhausted crying those tears of remorse when I find you so jolly with him,
Whenever you touch him, the pain in my eyes gets raised to the brim.
I ask myself with a sigh, 'Why did you have to leave me so early?
Why was I been cursed by the divine Lord to lose someone so dearly?'

I'm being stabbed by the dagger of loneliness periodically without a fail,
I'm forced to withstand the every piercing abhorrent gale.
The surroundings ask me to hate myself and pawn my confidence,
They tell me not to think again of any sweet reminiscence.

I'm fatigued after winning so many insults everytime, everyday,
Wherever I go, I'm accompanied by the loud clouds of dismay.
I'm often coerced to lick the mud of mockery without any complain,
And in the crowd of thousands, only I'm tagged as the disdain.

O Lord, when will the happy days come?
I don't long to see many, but atleast some.
Even I wish to stay convivial at some point of time,
And feel the much desired feelings of being sublime.

I wish to see the sun without the eclipse,
And get the chance to again kiss her wet lips.
I desire to see those people, who are transparent with their opinions,
And who do not become entirely two different individuals in different conditions.

I want to revive the reverberation of my laughter,
I don't want to allow this world to come and slaughter
The timid spirit hiding beneath the layers of my skin,
Who faced the mockery by the members of its own kin!

Even I want to hear the melody of the praises again,
And not just the roar of some obscene gruntles.
Even I wish that someone should hug me tight with affection,
And forever become my friend by always being subtle.

When will these happy days come?
When will I be also among the happy ones?
When will my rueful past swap with the future's honey?
When will my present erase all my mournful ironies?

When will I be able to stand and face the world alone?
When will I be treated with everyone's gentle tones?
When will I be allowed to lock my fingers in your sweet-smelling ringlets?
And when will the rain-water interfere to make my eyes wet?

When will I be by your side again, holding your hands?
When will my soul reincarnate from the infertile sand?
When will you fight this whole world to come back to me?
When will you rest in my arms again and feel that inexplicable glee?

When will the roses bloom in the garden of my hopes?
When will I be freed from these burning, suffocating ropes?
When will my long patience of mine pay off in a pleasant way?
When will I be able to comfortably see a happy day?

O Lord of this world, who gives smile to the dejected,
Why my dreadful conditions have left you unaffected?
When will you instil happiness in my empty life?
When will you give me some happy days in this strife?

When?... Till when shall I wait?...
When will the happy days come?
When will I be stained forever with fun?
When?.... O’ Lord, when?