Musafir hu, ziye ja raha hun zindgi ko ek tasalli ke saath. Apne ek chote se duniya hai mere, mast hu, madmast hu isme. Koi kisi ki firkar nahi, kisi ka koi tiraskaar nahi. Apne me khoya hua hu, apne dhango se sil raha hu is zingdi ke rasto ko.
Kitne maze ke baat hai na ki hum karzdaar ho zate hai duniya ke, hum duniya par jina suru kar dete hai. Hum hai kaun hame uske koi khabar nahi rehte.
Kya na samjhi hai ye hamare jo ek musafir hote hue bhi itna kuch pane ke lalak mae aashrit ho zate hai auroo pae. Kya hame ye nahi mulaam ki yae duniya hamre mastisque mae bani hai aur hum usme he jee rahe hai.