Yeah, but... have you seen me
Dancing in the rain?
I know, you know
How I look when I'm vulnerable....
You've seen how I tremble
During sweating it out.
You've heard how I sound
When I'm a teary mess
Behind the closed doors
Or maybe inside the closet.
The last one is even rare for me too.
But, have you seen me
Dancing in the rain?

Have you seen me
When I'm the most of myself?
Have you seen me
When I let go of my chains?
Have you seen me
When drops of Monsoon touch my face?

Ah! you wouldn't see a sophisticated
Eye pleasing beauty, though.
So, a free, edgy, clumsy, unpolished
And maybe dirty mess, you'll see.
Will you consider that as Beauty even?
Or, you'll flinch and look away
From that awfully reckless sight?