Sorrowful Palaces Poem by Naveed Akram

One could see the sorrowful blackness,
Amber-tinted as the reddish-brown odour,
A bromine has elapsed, forever in marvels.
The trustworthy brothers and sisters elaborate
On heraldry of theirs, family units cut across our path.
One could be in a cracker box, full of spite,
Developing virtues only if asked; and flu is around.
The round circular audience is stating its appearance
In the halls of heavenly palaces, where there is theatre.
An odour erupts to be gasped by us, a loud and hilarious
Path is encouraged by the wealthy,
Richer men show their plates to the clouds of wool
As rain torments and ferments,
Seeking the badges of the barterers.