A Poet

Some times I become a broken heart..
Some times I become a colourful bird..

Some times the heart of a lover I borrow.
Some times an old wooden boat I row..

Sometimes I reach the land of dreams..
I have no boundaries, it seems..

Through the portals of my mind..
I can go anywhere and to anyone I can bind..

I’m beyond the boundaries of I and Me.
I’m a poet, I can become whatever I want to be..