Common Virtue Poem by Naveed Akram

The common virtue is gained by actual virtue,
Mellow voice has excited the nerves and delight.
One shadow is like several, one ear is blessed,
As far as the eye can argue, like an argument
About dread, about abolition and grief.

The crow arrives eventually to carry out its threat,
Lingering along the light as a black cloud of beauty.
How pure it understands the role of the wicked,
How scared it is of your delight in the life ahead!
One eye reaches a race of people who behold these birds.

It is the vice and the virtue at issue nowadays,
Like a cheek and bone, a feeling and monster;
My calm stroke of luck is another man's supper,
For virtue becomes a vulture of the highest plight,
It does not disappear even tonight, when the light is out.