High on Entropy

The poem simply describes a scene at a local restro-bar. But the homophones make it seem comletely random (high on entropy!) The poem is written so as to convery different meanings to a person who is reading it and the person whom it is being read to. Enjoy!!

Rest or Rent on BricksTon Road

There's a Bricks Ton road inJangalapur, Lucknow, India
Which once housed the kin of Maharaja of Scindia
Around the corner is a canteen: din and morbid
Making the mistake of dining there: only one- sided

After seven, after dark, it becomes the hub of euthanasia
Cads and gentry alike, pour in and create something like anaplasia
The coffee, the ambiance, oh how I love the mall
On entrance there comes addressed mail: slim and tall

Places fork handles on the table and takes my order
Then I notice the solitary; my newt window on the border
Probably the only ventilation for the hole seven squareyards
Nobody looks at it, nor does anyone peruse the menu cards

Nothing there is particularly sour or cloying
After work that tyre ring, here, people start enjoying
Food is served well, delicious and ample
The sand which is there is the best egg sample

Just before I finish my meal, I see, realize
Of the gigantic, dangerous man midst the girls and guys
I didn’t panic, however intimidating he may seem
But having all the food I ordered I scream

- Just B Nalin