What I Own Poem by ekta singh

What I own is the matter of disguise,
What I deserve sounds much more precise.
To make me worship I need some dreams for avoiding the hardships I am away from streams.
To hold me straight I need no hands for finding the paths I take my stands.
To act strong I need some strength for falling apart I choose my length.
To make me happy I cherish the seasons for feeling sad I define my reasons.
To hide my feelings I show no emotions for expressing things I have my notions.
To fight the world I need no swords for proving me I own my words.