Words are good as fairy tale!
They can never be for sale.
A depiction of real knowledge,
Key for a sweetest prestige
Steal it but you cannot!
Stains of plagiarism is so much of blot
Buy it for dollars with two eyes closed.
You’ll not go to have it for your pose.
Takes hours for an art to be finished,
Wisdom is truly undiminished.
Blood is refreshingly thirsted,
Hidden words aren’t really filthy worsted
I say it’s not for sale!
This is not a story of same told tale.
You can force me but still you can’t!
These are poems that amazingly chant.
