In A Dark Underworld Poem by Naveed Akram

A king had dined this impatient morning
When stars allied and planets bespoke,
To be auditory and visionary in the bliss.
A right leg and arm was apt to discover,
Brought on the coasts of the famous ways,
Keeping something stiff and denatured.
I have interfered as the whole of the mild path,
Yes! My names are numberless as I am a lively
Man too different and with habitation too sacred.
To shoot me in this society is devastating,
Mild pathways collide with the residences of a shore.
I have too little where islands decide
And those who part with the senses
Are in a dark underworld.