My life

After a severe rain,
Arrives a golden dusk.
After a lot of pain,
The farmers separate rice from husk.

There life is so hard,
But they can fly like a winged bird.
But I being so rich,
I have even no freedom,
To give a speech.

I am always sorrowful.
My family is always fearful.
But what about those happy birds?
They can fly from wards to wards,
With nobody to stop them,
And niether anybody to blame.
They have no fear from strangers,
Niether from flame.

I wish I could have given freedom,
Because it is more expensive than riches and wisdom.
I am bored with family concerns!
My life is worst than the cattle who live in barns.

By Caesar Borgia