The Tuning Poem by Sunny Chopra

Since clouded is stimulus,
inability to aptly express

Relief is playing bit elusive,
true feelings must suppress

The melody seems off key
without any fitting note

Depriving one of veracity
and what it should denote

With explicable confounding,
unknown too becomes averse

All familiar turn strangers,
cordiality goes in reverse

Obligation to chores dreary
no time to satiate own thirst

Instead of indulgent revelry,
one is putting all others first

What cause it goes to serve
or if a simple means to end

Time would proffer upshot
if deficit or were a dividend

I would continue as always
doing what I deem correct

Rewards may prove contrary
or the way I would expect