His guilt wiped out mine

I borrowed or stole a thought
From a leading Indian novelist
And marveled at his foresight
In forming such like thoughts
Till I had stumbled upon
The same thought made by someone
A millennium ago.
I have shed my guilt of my theft.
14.04.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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