We realised,
We ran from home,
the home that once fed us;
the home that once sheltered us.
Future seemed promising;
the urge to venture out,
it just couldn't stop stinging.
Now here we are
In mysery we languish.
Rejection rings loudest in our minds.
Failure shouts at our faces.
Why did we try this?

Out there promised paradise
immense happiness and the 'masti' grand
That from home we saw a shore...