If I,

If I could fly like a bird;
I’d fly away from my life,
If I am a submarine;
I’d load a torpedo and strife,

If I am a battle tank;
I’d stand and take bullets,
So, if I ‘am’ a poet;
I’d write rhymes and sonnets,

If I won’t write those verses;
I’d have lost all my interests,
And those lack of intention:
Is the worst of all imagination pests.