Fake poets

It is nice to admit But it doesn't fit, The idea can be taken from concept, Rest all can be yours and kept Take for granted about nature How can one say that concept is stolen? Because he thought of nature and you picked it sudden Then it can’t be said it is copied even You might have left behind some clues The poem night have not been given enough views This can be added or reflected as of your own Else everything else is prevalent and known Let people venture in philosophical world There they might develop little cold As it will not be anybody’s field As poet you have to struggle and ideas to be filled To pick complete sentences and make formation Present it as if it belonged to person as new composition Then it won’t create much impact and cut much ice As it lacks talent and have no strength with promises How many writers find a bright day? Next day breeze will be flown away What will remain behind is anybody’s guess Dull future with no little to show on pale face It is good if you are talented Pick from bottom and reversely present Yet it may not speak and carry with original plot You may find it difficult to judge whether you have succeeded or not I would still give full marks We have no right to pass any remark Yet it is remarkable feat If you can present truth as deemed fit