Who ever said they’d take you back?
Who ever said you were that-missed?
Who taught you that you would be happy
Who ever said life’s meant to be lucky?
Suitcase and passports are not keys
To open doors quietly closed
by absence, distance, achievement and silence.
They are just things inevitable
for movement life demands with reasons.
Your role is just to carry them smartly
Then to Release them once you cross security
People will flinch as if you hit
Because the you is not the same
Your welcome is more like goodbye
Your stay is not like you belong
Nationality or not, you are a stranger
Cuz you went on and stayed a – longer
Now you are just a plain ole stranger
In your own land, you’re just no longer.
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