Copyright Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

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