In Your Arms

Maa, when in your arms

I feel, angels are carrying me

And when you throw me

High up in the sky

I reach high and high and high

No, I don't panic Maa

I know you'll catch me

When I fall.

When I reach above the clouds

Fairies and elves come out to play

They tell me stories

Of lands of pudding

Trees of chocolates and pastry cakes.

Of monsters with large, black teeth

And eyes on their forehead

Their arms as long as the neem tree

In our garden big,

There, I run and play and hop and skip

And dance to my heart's content.

Then suddenly I hear

From a faraway land

A soothing voice beckoning me,

Come back love

It's time to get dressed

Your school and friends are calling.