A Matter In Question Poem by Naveed Akram

The matter in question enjoyed gaiety of the bosses,
An euphoria emitted itself with fondness of bosses;
Their felicity was ever nearer to the same logic -
To be boss of and to command and to order in the ways.
One of them was my pumping suzerain,
Liege lord of the land I trod, to fear him I stood here;
He was the overlord of my twinkling, simpers lied
For his trust, with a warm smile the feet turned.
This sorrowful position felt simplicity;
I was downcast and doleful or was I melancholic?
The heartbroken man I was wept wilfully,
Lamentable arguments mastered me and
The incandescent soul, it was an argument like
The parades of a simple session in St Petersburg.
The man or boss or chief was hopping mad,
Apoplectic news arrived too late for him to order me
In the other direction.
After all enquiry I had submitted to flags and kids,
These examinations and queries felt absurd and cruel,
Nevertheless ruthless and boisterous.