Musafir Hoon, Yaaron!

A traveller came by, head in the clouds above  
Peddler of dreams, nestled in every maiden's heart,
Singing his paean of politics, art and love
Musafir was his name, a man set apart.

Kolkata, city of dreams, did him idolize,
Though rabble-rousers did his books tear apart
The beauteous Tilottama did him lionize,
In her tumultous life, he played a stellar part.

However, came the day when his ideals ran dry,
Taking shelter in a life he found easier to live,
The oft-trodden path of lucre did he try
Thus, hidden away, he had nothing more to give.

Tilottama, the lioness, set out to retrieve
The best part of Musafir, his fire and his zeal,
She cajoled him once again in his ideals to believe,
To shake off his apathy, his lost emotions to feel.

The fallen hero, the man she loved, arose
Took her hand, vowed to bring back words untold
His love for her gushed forth, turned to prose
The old Musafir was back, intrepid and bold.

So this is a saga of passion, lost and found
Of a good woman who believed in her fallen man
A woman so faithful, who stayed around
Musafir came back to life, and so did Riddhiman.

Based on the protagonist of A Thousand Unspoken Words by Paulami Duttagupta