The Fly Poem by Smrutiranjan Parida

How better it would be
if I was born a fly?
Without tension and to see;
The world from little high

If I was born a king
And ten children having
The life was cursed to death
With meaning having nothing

Think a king in court
Killing and harming a lot
Having no love, nor trust
For whom sleep is a thought

Think a fly in the sky
After saying pain goodbye
Singing and feeling bliss
Beauty seeing in both eye

What would you be
A little innocent fly
Or a robust and brutal
sleepless powerful man of high?