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.