Aspirations high, ambitions bizarre Wanted to touch the sky But was pulled down every time Was like a fluid, Could be frozen and then released As and how wanted But was taken for granted As if lifeless Caged in the bars of social prejudice And then said “now you are a free bird” Disregard of the compression…. it remained flexible. And the fancy of it to flow Wasn’t lost…. Trying to rise at each trough to touch the crest of the Zigzag it went on without the fear of evaporation.