Parasite Of Literary World Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Parasite Of Literary World
How many of you, might be not familiar of the fact.
My creation restores precious moments of my life.
Each word sprays fragrance of my own breath.
I have given it a spirit of life with vision of sight.

These words are beats of my aching heart.
My identity relies on meaningful display of them.
How horrible and painful, it is indeed, oh my God!
When shameful Plagarists claim them as their own.

To what extent we are helpless here
Feel proud to be part of such a Literary World.
When parasites are present in air, we breathe.
They might dare to claim royalty from you
For the creations that is product of your blood.

No doubt, My creation is my essence
Eternal Intellectual property that I gained
Spiritual shower to bathe wounded heart
Indeed, more precious than money and gold.
A sense of reverence for blood stream of vein.