Tiny feet in wet sand...

Look up

Look up

Don’t be afraid

We all do

In a different way!

Look up look up

You are so tiny

I am standing on a mountain

Are you still breathing?

Look up look up

Don’t give up

You are still growing

Among ants and reptiles.

Look up Look up

Where are you?

I can’t find

In a crowd of two.

Look up Look up

Don’t be shy

We all love you

But you still need a mic.

Look up Look up

That guy is cute

Can you see his face?

Go read some books.

Look up Look up

Being shorter helps

I lost a pin

Would you find it, please?

Look up Look up

I got a hair cut

Can you still hear me?

Oh! stand on a stool.

Look up Look up

Why hide away in bushes?

Let us sit on a chair

And frame us together.

Don’t be shy

Will photoshop your legs

Make you dance over the wall

Do a catwalk on the ramp.

So what if clothes don’t fit you

You are still charming

Helping us to hide our insecurities

in something you were born with.

So what if you are short

It makes you cute

Just don’t speak

It sounds so rude,

You are pretty

Be like that

A doll in the museum

For everyone else to stare at.

I sing along....

I sing along with

The brisk morning of the lilies

Blossoming from their flower,

The fluttering of the mango trees

Ripening with their fruit,

The humming of the mynas

Floating by my side,

and the ripple of the river

That flows beneath the hills....

I sing along to celebrate the moment

to forget my past

to excite my present

And to endure the future....

Lyrics forgotten, music in shreds

The voice echoes in parts

And yet I hear them in vain,

Weather changes with hope

I swear not to leave my song

Bewildered next morning

I long for a new tone....

I sing along

With the rising of sun

I sing along

With the night of the moon

I sing along

With the love I made

And I Sing along

With whom I never met....