In The Whole Mood Poem by Naveed Akram

The letter was still in the hand,
So natural a letter had been sensed
By those in command,
Those captives hurt nobody
Who touched the earth of shirts,
These clothes were worn by the godlike
Gods, the fortunate ones, then the instant
Ones, whose leverage constantly embroidered
The ones who stalled and sank from the heart
Offering thanks to thinkers.

The letter of hatred confessed a little lie,
Forcing the eyes of the ears
To ignite and forge a lead and iron rod
To swing and surround yelling sounds
Of noise,
The same asking of the same day.

Yet, the letters pronounced from geniuses,
Then the godlike companion won a lie,
One deity was enough to ask the conundrum
Of the numbers existing in the whole mood.