The moment my niha was fixed
My father praised all the
Hundered and eight lords
My mother prayed to shower
All their blessings upon me
My brother pictured the moment
To imprint it in our book
And as all three cuddled me
I felt their relief.

But looking at the photo
I couldn't identify myself
Pale as the evening moon
Dull as a wilted rose
Cause I was going away
From my abode of...