Plagiarist - I Poem by C. P. Sharma

Yes,
I am a plagiarist, I don't lie
From the rooftops, I cry
I steal messages from flowers bloom
in the morning breeze, sermons loom...I am a plagiarist......

I listen to what the sparrow says
I share her illusive mirror image
I hear the parrot's divine tale
The running rivers with scriptures regale...I am a plagiarist.....

Stories are written in marble on the Taj
In the blood of labor and love for Mumtaz
In flora and fauna, real fictions lay
In oceanic depths the poetic soul sway....I am a plagiarist.....

I stole this from Anandita's* two lines
A sweet little girl, in her poetic mines
I steal from anywhere my mind reads
Wandering mind threads the rosary beads....I am a plagiarist.....

The classicists were the original plagiarists
We all give them just a new twist....I am a plagiarist.....

* Anindita Dash