In the ancient times, the bonds of family were strong and tight

With the western influence, such is the presence of a long  night

That people have forgotten their roots, they are just running after money

To them there is only one way of lust, the only fake truth is honey

Let us revive the old culture and get out of this modern rat race

Let us throw so called modernism to winds, return to original face

The golden era should return when there was warmth all around

Do shout with joy and thank the Almighty if any such human is found