If your grandson asks, who you are
You would perhaps say, who you are
If he says, all this he knows
He wants to know who I am, besides some mundane details
Am I merely a name, belong to a certain place
You then try to tell him your travails, your accomplishments
If your grandson is still not happy, what would you do
You would perhaps say
I am no one, I have no home, no address
(Main hoon jiska ghar hai na thikana)
I am a wanderer who doesn’t know where to go
(Kaam, sirf chalte jaana, pata nahin kahan, kitni door)
Hearing this, your grandson might feel happy
He might say, “Now I know who you are
You are, as they say, a Musafir.”