If your grandson asks, who you are
You might tell him the usual things
If he is not satisfied and says
He knows all that and wishes to know more about you
You might feel like telling your travails, your accomplishments
Grandson might still not feel contented
You might then think of identifying yourself
A wanderer who has no home, no address
A wanderer who doesn’t know where to go
You might see a smile on your grandson’s face
You might feel good that he understood
What you conveyed
You might feel happy if he says
“Now I know who you are
You are a Musafir
Always on the move.”