25 FEB 2017 AT 0:35

Neither the cactus nor the thorns,
not even the one I detest or pine.
My poem, barring a few words,
is a composition of borrowed lines.

Now you won't post yours
and let me steal your rhyme.
Nobody will get to know that
the best lines are yours, not mine.

Is it because the world will
suddenly know about us & whine,
or is it, for a worthy writer such as
you, the hurt of wasted time?

- हर्ष स्नेहांशु