Kuch karz jarur utarne hai,par mai bhikari to nahi A zindagi kuch udhar de mujhe apne khazane se. Kon rakhta wasta jab mera khayali ghar gira Hisse mai aayi kismat bhi chu kar nikal gai sirhane se. Hoshla rakh faislo par aa kadam badha milo chale Yakeen kar mai sath hun dara kyun hai tu zamane se. Ye jo safar mai bewaqt laut jaya karte hai na Mizazi hai, wapas nahi aate umar bhar manane se. Talab hai mujhe jiski ye shauk mar kyun nahi jata Ya mile koi,mai lautun or bhadas nikle isi bahane se. sambhal ke paanv rakhna, jo mai patthar ho gaya to Dekhe hai maine chokhatt wo chaurahe purane se.
Moving on highway, light music in my ear way, fields dancing on both sides clouds moving with me, to my stay. Moonlight lighting my path , as I wanderer on highway, exploring, new pathways.
The bus moves fast on the highway and I'm bored. The empty lands beside the highway call me with a green voice. I name a cornfield after my mother; a field of coconut trees after my father; an engineering college after myself; and a single palm tree in the centre of dry land after my sister. The second we are stuck in traffic, I name all the vehicles after the friend who accompanied me on the trip. I feel like my aunt who'd run behind my three-year-old cousin with a bowl of apple pieces. She'd do the same, giving each piece a name and stuffing them in his mouth. I glance outside with tired eyes and continue to do the same, hoping the highway loves me back.