Musafir

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.”