I am in deep despair.
The Kinks could easily have written an funny, wistful minor-key song based on this lovely poem by Neha.
Not to belittle anyone's opinion, and that's exactly what I am going to do now, but I read a very funny comment on her blog: "I don't see the crux of this poem here".
The "crux" of the poem? How about a 10-point executive summary of the Key Feelings Evoked By The Poet and a 45-slide Powerpoint presentation on Impacts of The Poem On the Enterprise?
OK, but I would still like to know the crux of Bunuel's "The Discrete Charms of the Bourgeoisie". Actually, not. The crux of that film was "always plan your meals carefully".