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