A Third Class PoemA Poem by hardeep sabharwalWritten for MomzillaNC poetry challenge about Plagiarism
One, who is so boasting about his pen,
With an eagle's eye watching pages in the den, Picking words of others like a crow's beak, And sewing these words with tailorbird's tweak, Decorating the work as cunningly as fox, Making a document in pdf or docs, Pompously showing and feeling so glad, Dont know why his soul so empty and sad, You can cheat all and even cheat God, But with your soul, can you fraud? I know that your conscience is already dead, So I want to boil your nads in bat guano up to your head . © 2015 hardeep sabharwalAuthor's Note
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26 Reviews Added on December 11, 2014 Last Updated on February 5, 2015 Authorhardeep sabharwalpatiala , punjab , IndiaAboutHardeep Sabharwal describes himself as person of few words. He is one of millions of middle class Indians who do not have any ideology; they only want to live a peaceful life. The thing that hurts him.. more..Writing
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