You flew to Muscat from Mangalore:

I stood in the heat and waved goodbye.

Two years you said was all it would be.

You never looked back to see me cry.

You flew to Muscat from Mangalore:

Our child was restless; I held her tight.

You said the money should pay our debts.

My heart said wrong, my head said right.

You flew to Muscat from Mangalore:

Another two years would build our home.

Our children sobbed as you walked out the door.

The bus was expensive; you left alone.

You flew to Muscat from Mangalore:

I stood in the heat and waved goodbye.

The trench collapse was swift they said.

You never came back to see me cry.