Years in exile

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