If you had my eyes
You could see what I seeIf you had my eyes
You could analyse the way
I do to this world.If you had my heart
You could feel what I feelIf you had my heart
You could love the way
I do to my dreams.If you had my legs
You could walk with meIf you had my legs
You could dare the way
I do to reach my dream.I you had my hands
You could held up to assist meIf you had my hands
You could put forward the way
I do to beautify this world.If you had my ears
You could hear the hymn of angelsIf you had my ears
You could sense the voice of birds
Like I do to be like them.But you have my stomach
Which asks for the same
As mine asks for.I do those things
which you do to
Give that those.But the difference stand here is
I feed myself to live
And you live to feed yourself.***
Journey begins...
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A journey
PoetryThis is a collection of poem about the journey one makes while travelling all the way to their dreamland.