Gotta Tide Over... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Problems take place.
They may come like unwelcome guests.
We may nod them in without any sense.
Some weirdos just love to summon them.
Some nitwits have little idea about their entrance.
But all feel it bad while wading through knee-deep,
Waist-deep or up to the neck of their mucky things.
We cry loudly or silently when we get into a situation.
We look back as far as possible to dig out the root.
We brood over so many things and get more upset.
We get stuck and start blaming others or ourselves.
Thus sights around get more foggy and visibility worse.
Solution looks on and has lots of fun
To see us in such a messy run!