Not inside the walls of aquariums; Which try to contain and hold;
But to wade across the craziest currents of the oceans-Deeper & cold,
Neither like that of a silver, Nor like the one which is gold;
But I want to live the life of a Shiny Shark; until I grow old,
To live in the vulnerabilities of the tempestuous seas; If is a bane;
I shun the boundaries of placidity; Which make me kind of insane,
A fish is safer; Inside the glimmering glasses, but is destined to fade;
God endowed me with wings; To preach, The spirit of freedom-I was made,
Being bottled up in the barrels of boredom, my body becomes paraplegic;
I want to feel the freshness of the waves, ripples & quit the style so lethargic,
I want to break the walls of lust that are transparent and calm;
Don’t want to trace back the murky waters; which I’ve already swam.
