Copyright Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Copyright



Can anyone say
That he created the clay
And to use it others must pay
Or else go their way?

No copyright on sunlight
No copyright on moonbeam
Neither it is on the wind
Nor on water or clay

They bear the invisible stamp
Of the noble Creator's hand
He knows that no one can copy
His complex and unique designs

Noble is nature's way
It gives its bounty away
And asks nothing in return
A debt that no one repays

Saturday, September 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 08 September 2018

A beautiful poem with a meaningful message. Liked the last stanza. It expresses all. Well crafted write.10

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