Larceny - Poem by Naveed Akram
The larceny is large for the dozen,
Vilify a fellow for the times and names.
Foretell from omens as the wind fingers,
You surround the heavenly plague.
Debar the fellowship, the frames of thought,
A surplus has existed, for all time.
The friends of a disorder work hard
To strive and command, like dozens of workers.
My chances numbered more for the thieves,
As far as the eye could gauge.
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