chhote chhote pairon ke tale raste bade ho
nanhe se kandhon pe kyun ye baste bade hai
apni saari khwaaishein, lambi si farmaayishein
apni saari khwaaishein, lambi si farmaayishein
inko jina sikhlaane pe hum kyun aade hain
chhote chhote pairon ke tale raste bade ho
nanhe se kandhon pe kyun ye baste bade hai
apni saari khwaaishein, lambi si farmaayishein
apni saari khwaaishein, lambi si farmaayishein
inko jina sikhlaane pe hum kyun aade hain

ye bhale hai naadaan par hai kisi se anjaane nahi
jitne bhi shaitaan hai dekho to bhagwaan bhi hai yahi
aankhon ki badmashiya, hontho ki gustakhiya
aankhon ki badmashiya, hontho ki gustakhiya
inka bachpan chhudwaane pe hum kyun aade hai
chhote chhote pairon ke tale raste bade ho
nanhe se kandhon pe kyun ye baste bade hai
apni saari khwaaishein, lambi si farmaayishein
apni saari khwaaishein, lambi si farmaayishein
inko jina sikhlaane pe hum kyun aade hain

khwaab hai ye hamaare ye kal ke hai sahaare ji nahi
chale manjile ye apni
jiye sapne apne liye kyun nahi
kaagaz ki ye kashtiyaan jinko deti mastiyaan
kaagaz ki ye kashtiyaan jinko deti mastiyaan
unko dariya mein tairaane par kyun aade hai
chhote chhote pairon ke tale raste bade ho
nanhe se kandhon pe kyun ye baste bade hai
apni saari khwaaishein, lambi si farmaayishein
apni saari khwaaishein, lambi si farmaayishein
inko jina sikhlaane pe hum kyun aade hain

Beneath small feet, the paths stretch far,
Why burden them with loads that are?
Their every wish, a lengthy plea,
Their every wish, a lengthy plea,
Why stand we, to teach them how to be?
Beneath small feet, the paths stretch far,
Why burden them with loads that are?
Their every wish, a lengthy plea,
Their every wish, a lengthy plea,
Why stand we, to teach them how to be?

Though innocent, they're not unknown,
Within their mischief, Gods are sown.
The naughtiness in every eye,
The naughtiness in every eye,
Why rob them of their childhood sky?
Beneath small feet, the paths stretch far,
Why burden them with loads that are?
Their every wish, a lengthy plea,
Their every wish, a lengthy plea,
Why stand we, to teach them how to be?

They are our dreams, tomorrow's grace,
They march towards their destined space.
Let them dream their own dreams,
Let them dream their own dreams,
Why not let them live for their own gleams?
Paper boats, that bring such glee,
Paper boats, that bring such glee,
Why hinder them from sailing free?
Beneath small feet, the paths stretch far,
Why burden them with loads that are?
Their every wish, a lengthy plea,
Their every wish, a lengthy plea,
Why stand we, to teach them how to be?