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