I am back after years in exile

Barring few new things nothing has changed for while

Same way of living and same style with existence

All for the good and no where any pretence

Nice were those days when we had well past time

Those were childhood days and considered as very prime

Everything was enjoyed with abundance of love and affection

It was funny, idiotic and coupled with very rash action

Nice age to remember along with all old friends

We were all known and member of notorious bands

No one may dare to point out or complain at home

We will be given no thrashing but only welcome

We knew well that critical days were ahead

It will prove all crucial to sustain and lead

Childhood was passing off like snow

We were coming up at speed with tendency to grow

We were in exile in our own country

Subjugated by other countries and ruled by many

Forbidden to visit any place as guarded by sentry

We were considered as dangerous for any entry

We had planned to throw them out forcibly

It was known to us that they will pay it very dearly

We had never chosen bloody path and even thought it rarely

It was not good option might have not come up fairly

All kind of terror was let loose on public

They wanted to turn it more tragic

Braking up of moral for us was their logic

But we knew it well as what could be its basic

No country can be kept under heels for longer period

There may be chances of uprising to fill the void

Though some steps may be taken for casualties to avoid

Still it may be little harsh when plan is laid

The youngsters or youth are always considered as stumbling block

They may be well prepared for final assault with surprise attack

As the public sentiments run high and turn against enemy

The scene later on may prove to be suicidal and stormy

Whatever the case may be, we were picked as possible threat

We were forbidden to see each other or meet

We were virtually pushed into heavily defended barricade

Still it could not crush us, stop or forbid

Those days have passed of with bitter memory

We are not sore at plight or feel very sorry

We only lament the treatment meted out to children

They were forbidden to come out in street for play even

We had chosen to leave the area once for all

It was of our choosing but a distress call

We could hardly offer any justice for it

Today I witness no change as people openly move and greet