THE HANSRAJ YEARS : Another Planet Another Age

Where are you Musafir these days Everyone misses you A jug of wine has come my way A drink with you is due   We shall drink to the good old days To youthful innocence To sincere and some wayward ways And to our irreverence   There was no sorrow nor was pain Only a bag of hopes Hurdles were crossed with sweat and strain And victory at the ropes   We all were young and had no clue What would happen in life The skies were clear and heavens blue That was enough for life   Each day was consumed with pleasure One day each at a time There was no rush time was treasure Each hour was given time   To have fun needed no reason For that there was no plan There was no restricted season Friends made a happy clan   There were no fears or faith in stars Work was not discomfort We tried again failure didn’t scar Victory came with effort   Through stormy seas we captained fate As masters of our soul We are steering our own fate Musafir where’s your goal