Rustle

Permit the rustle of stupidity,
Once your crime has been fashioned.
Never awkwardly craze or beleaguer,
The plague of life has forbidden.
A smooth masterpiece is surrendering,
A loving signal has been achieved.
To results we honour the best,
The best of us have honoured.
A relic of innocence has been condemned
After the artifact has been broken and split.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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