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.

Because I am born...

It came across my face

Hit the slab hard

Looked back at the farthest object

And left me sulking in a hurry...

In my odd night hours

My dream used to curse me

For my life was adopted by others

And I could let that happen

For I could not help myself

I was born to bear the worse...

The fault indeed lies within me

Within me lie the extreme bad

For which you had to stand over me

And mash me till you feel sad...

I am born to take your heat

To slave my neck

Or however you please

To kneel before the strongest race

And wear the farce of my fate

Am I born to be a girl?

Or born as a girl in this pervert world?

Should ask God for the tempting assets I got

Or this world that made it appealing by its thought?

Being born as a girl is a crime enough

As age does not matter, we have got enough

We have enough tears to hide our pain

We have soft velvets to hold your weight

We have heart to render at our defeat

And we have eyes to see this all over again!

To be loved before we love........

Aroused by the great fear
i look behind the the black cloud
storm thunders in my ear
shrieks the nasty bird flowing by
tinkles the river flying towards the earth
the blue mountains smiles from the clouds above
am i still gazing at the mirror?


Smile catches the fancy of my horror
faith in humanity curbs
the rotten beliefs of almighty
still struggles to find
the true identity


everything appears to be alright
and we strive all our lives
for the fortune we bring to the dead
our body leaves for hell
and soul refuses to live ahead


how would it be
to find the last before the first
to achieve before we try
to win before we loose
to be right before we are wrong
to smile before we cry
to be loved before we love........