It is nice to admit

But it doesn't fit,

The idea can be taken from concept,

Rest all can be yours and kept

Take for granted about nature

How can one say that concept is stolen?

Because he thought of nature and you picked it sudden

Then it can’t be said it is copied even

You might have left behind some clues

The poem night have not been given enough views

This can be added or reflected as of your own

Else everything else is prevalent and known

Let people venture in philosophical world

There they might develop little cold

As it will not be anybody’s field

As poet you have to struggle and ideas to be filled

To pick complete sentences and make formation

Present it as if it belonged to person as new composition

Then it won’t create much impact and cut much ice

As it lacks talent and have no strength with promises

How many writers find a bright day?

Next day breeze will be flown away

What will remain behind is anybody’s guess

Dull future with no little to show on pale face

It is good if you are talented

Pick from bottom and reversely present

Yet it may not speak and carry with original plot

You may find it difficult to judge whether you have succeeded or not

I would still give full marks

We have no right to pass any remark

Yet it is remarkable feat

If you can present truth as deemed fit