Gone are the days when I were cared and lulled
Gone are the days when I laughed and cried with my pal
Gone is my innocence
Gone is my simplicity
Where shall I search?
Whom do I ask?
Searched and searched day and night
Days and months passed by
Atlast I found my good- old days hiding at my home
Home sweet home
Nor shall it come to me
For I am a woman,
shangled with the order of marriage
surrounded with new ties and tugs
oddity reek all around
Oh my home, I miss you a lot.