Jay P Narain (Jan.1945 / Bihar, India)

How could I copy your poem and call it mine,
when the emotions and heart in it are not mine,
How would I relate to the golden sunset,
when I am stealing your wealth in bright day light.

How could I copy your feelings and call it mine,
when the pain and loneliness in it are not mine,
How can I convey my love to my lover with your poem,
when the yearning and desire of love are not mine.

How could I copy your precious art and call it mine,
when the mural of sentiments you created are not mine,
How can I see the steamy love in misty rain,
when I can only feel the fog on my mind's pane.

How could I copy part of your work and not call it mine,
When nothing better comes to my mind,
How can I relate to you and admire your work at the same time,
when I quote your work with proper reference, the plagiarism you would not mind.