Too short I am,
My fingers barely reaching;
I stand on my toe,
Still its too high.
I cry for help,
Victim of 'heightlessness',
There came a man,
To see the child's cry.
Took me in his arms,
Made me reach the bell,
And I ring;
And I ring.
He asks:
"Now what?"
And I whisper:
"Run...!!"
Listen
2 years ago
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