Who am I ?

A vagrant,a poor,an unemployed youth?-

as you say .

Possibly not.

My lines are my identity

My pen is my weapon

to rip off the cobwebs .

And your love is the

the unending wealth,

a blessing forever.

No crown,no kingdom I have for sure,

But I have the purest

feelings of your heart which

fades not like the rusty sceptre.

Yes,I am poet as you know,

A poet with thousands of wings.

Time will bury me in oblivion.

Yet I live in your heart.

That's the life I want.