Those were the days when family meant every one near and dear

When one would goto visit all relatives without hesitation or fear

When grand parents and parents were the real assets of life

When people were not slaves to desires but happy even in strife

When the relations did matter, they were not merely on paper

When people were not too straightforward but with a taper

When Mother and Father were Divine, when bahus were daughter

When everyone was to care and protect, not to exploit or slaughter

O God, where are those days, take us back to those times

When happiness was in small things, there were all chimes