Why should I fly back?

To the land 

Where wonders exist 

Falls, Rivers, Parks 

Skyscrapers, aesthetic towns 

Lamborghinis, Mercedes 

Though I have been part of it for years

My heart still remains stranded 

Gets lost in the crowd of materialistic bondage 

Invisible I remain, my heart never found solace on any Mondays 

Saturdays and Sundays I mostly escape 

Let my soul wander in the places it would go 

If I weren't the captain of my soul 

Captain of my soul?

If it is I or the society 

Which so wants me to excel 

But walk in the path which I never wanted 

Dream of theirs to sing my song proudly 

While I suffer in the corner of the heart with a genteel smile on my face 

Today, while I keep heading out of the capital 

Crossing the hills, and Trishuli on the edge 

And get to listen the stories of people who hid their pain behind happy faces 

The wind calls my name; the river flows painting my eternal pains 

I keep following, fighting with the self 

Myriads of problems, this small nation carries 

My heart cries "There's no such place, pen it on the mountains, the people, the hills "

At least remember your mother wailing on this land of yours 

Strangled in the choices of dreams, I keep heading out on tours 

See the stories unfold, and tears flow 

My heart cries "No knowledge is gained when left home" 

Hey the captain of the soul, give me a reason why should I fly back? 

In the land where self is what my heart lacks!

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