In his single shop
My owner shouts his trade cry
To sell me out, the single piece
With an exorbitant price
To create a huge demand
My creator consciously made me a single piece
Comparisonlessness is my inherent value
The owner shouts in his trade cry
I had never been born before
Nor will be made again
Second piece is a copy
The trader shouts in his trade cry
I am his proud creation
And love to exhibit his glory of creativity
In gratitude he makes a pledge
To let me remain forever as of now as a single piece.
A unique piece of verse like yourself......everyone and each one of His creation is a a unique piece yet some are uniquely individual.
so many layers of thoughts it holds, this poem! superb ink, poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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the poet declares his singleness and uniqueness. the is no two alike. excellent write 10