Wistful

I felt alone, though there were multiple crowds around me. I felt, I should go to a lonely place and cry aloud. Why, though the environs are full of flowers, there's no glee? Death snatches the joys of the humble as well as the proud. You were young. You, often, dreamed of a new heaven and earth. Your thoughts, words, actions, and aspirations shone with newness. You said you would define the fate that defined each one's birth. Amidst your shrewdness, there was in you coolness and smoothness. You were a friend to all. Your heart was full of love for all. You were as uncommon as a blue moon or a shooting star. Why should Destiny rudely send you an untimely call? Why should you, as though the life here is not enough, go far? Will those blissful days of fun and frolic ever come back? Will my wistful moments, towards optimism find their track?