By Cassam Tupsy
Where have gone those days for which I lament
Rapt in thought, I vision those events pungent
Joys, then sorrow from the dawn of life sways
Where have gone those days?
Poverty at its height would scorn at us thoroughly
Life not being a bed of roses seizes us strongly
Poor in money but rich in love we use to appraise
Where have gone those days?
Home sweet home, all the family members together
Eating dinner; petrol lamp spreading its light further
Playing, frolicking and narrating stories of olden days
Where have gone those days?
Meeting friends on the street and boutique chinois
Watching television at the village hall talking patois
Fun and joy knowing no limits, marvelous good days
Where have gone those days?
Late night gossiping in tabagies and hairdresser’s saloon
The tumultuous life dissipates and joys come soon
No money can buy happiness remember it always
Where have gone those days?
