Unscrambling the rotting away trash from the past,
An erasable tear escaped past my ducts,
Financial and social problems,
And those were such grimy burdens,
Only If I had strived hard for it all,

Dad broke down at the glimpse of list of the fees,
Mom went speechless and stared blankly,
We went silent, waiting for them to speak up,
And finally when they uttered, it wasn’t anything nice.

They had to smother their remaining enthusiasm,
Prisoned at an rented house, all so alone,
While the neighbouring kids went...