Trapped ! (short poem)

Where i am ?
Who i am ?
what is my true identity ?
this world is a labirynth;
i dont know what i am destined to be.
i think more of it,
i sink more in it.
why does a baby cry ?
why do a being die ?
why a tree grows ?
why are all these sorrows ?
no one but God has the answers in mind.
but the irony is -
where he exists, we cant find.
birth and life
- are these a lie ?
'cause ultimately, we are to die.
where i am?
who i am ?
what is my true identity ?
this world is a labirynth;
i dont know what i am destined to be.

" I prefer freedom" a short poem

"I prefer freedom"
Give me the richest riches,
Ooffer me the food of emperors;
Ggive me a thousand cushions to sleep on,
Oor the best room to live in.
Bbut you keep me bound,
Wwalls and fences all around;
I will prefer fFreedom instead, o Ssir,
I will prefer fFreedom instead