Pain Of Leaving Home

This is the reality of life

That when we grown up

We need to go out for a long time

To earn money and buy smile

For our struggling life.

Once you left home behind

There is no more chance to look back

Because this is our middle class life

And reality always binds us tightly.

These big cities and unknown streets

These big buildings and shining lights

Can make us smile that good sights

And gives us lots of new experiences with a new life.

But my small village and rough roads

And our half broken house with known people

My small home and dullness bulbs

Always had a beautiful time.

These high cost hotel food 

Can never give the taste of my mother's cooked

And these sleepless nights with sleepy eyes

Are always bitter than my dreamy times.

Here days are passing inside the room

Without any knowledge of it's raining outside.

But in my village rain comes later

First we knew it's going to be raining.

Here in these cities people uses

A number of perfumes for smell

But the smell of the first rain in my village

Always be the best ever smell in the world.

I know it's the inchoation of life

And i will be habituated with time

But the memories with my family and village life

Always be the best ever medicines for sorrow times.