Abandoned and half baked
Faces acute drought
And writhes my thoughts
Under the flood of meaninglessness
The cactus desires and wishes
And the river of ideas
Somewhere in the desert lose their ways
And cry for the drop of sense
Suddenly you come from no where
Along with the wind to steal them
Blow them from the dry land
They get all a meaningful shape in your hand
You are the only one in the crisis of readers
Who care what I think
No danger I see
No fear I feel
Rather I am very proud to think that your act
Makes me a great thinker..
Plagiarism is wrong and it can be seen every where in the academic sector and literary field! This poem is written intelligently!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem focuses on the presence of the hands on literary scene without any taste of creativity, and lack of originality. it is a covert attack on plagiarists...