To Complain of Undersea Rain | Rehmat Singh Chawla

There is an inherent contradiction between poetry being my solace from my worries and my pride that I promote shamelessly — sometimes, I need to write about people who will read the poems. xD
And so, this poem resulted — nonsense to all who read it, and by now, even to me.

To Complain of Undersea Rain

Obvious are my words to my life’s many know-it-alls
So I’ll rant without meaning as I wax metaphorical
There’s plenty to weigh me, so I’ll be categorical
Just note, any pleas to you to understand are rhetorical

"1 and 2 I don’t adore! But-" talks 3 and walks 4
And -2 looms large and new
Like an infinite sum times 24
But 24 or 26, no alphabet can be my fix,
Count down char and count up tar
But concrete remains elusive

On to nicer problems now
Spectacles I can’t live without
Spectacles next to spectacles gleam
Spectacles glint in spectacled dreams
Empty pockets beg for use
Earphones do the job of two
Nicer problems Netflix stream
While I drown under Willie’s steam

Sense this lacks, and intended so
But take this solace ere I go
If in some eons I open this file
(I pray) this makes yet littler sense to you and I

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