If I were a bird

If I were a bird, 

I could fly high up,

In the sky,

Without worrying much,

To scale the greatness. 

Up in the sky,

sometimes piercing through,

Soft pillows of cloud,

While being awestruck by

the radiance of rainbow.

Now, I have the free will, 

Not to be controlled by, 

Shackles of society. 

No matter how high I fly,

I may not reach the, 

End of the sky where

Dwells my creator.