The Covert Tribe

Be it the world, nation or society,

People are its everything,

Cause they are the fount of them,

They are their uncrowned king.

It’s my countrymen I am talking about,

Each person of his own kind,

Irrespective of their inside nature,

To motherland, they are inclined.

Strangest of the strangest found here,

Who live in their own universe,

One better be away from them,

They’re not normal but inverse.

Some are very sweet though,

Their ambiance is never sad,

Tone and nature made from sugar,

Enough to make you mad.

Then comes the bizarre type,

That include genius, geeks, and nerds,

But don’t underestimate them,

This world runs on their words.

No driving sense on the road,

Every road belongs to their father,

Be quiet if you know how to drive,

That is probably best for you rather.

Blame the government for everything,

Promises it hasn’t been able to keep,

Doesn’t matter ground level development,

Just need the petrol and diesel cheap.

Queue is no word in their dictionary,

Just like the word responsibilities,

On asking how can the nation grow,

An answer came: Give us world-class facilities.

Well, whatever be they are like,

In the end, they are the compatriot,

Sweet, choleric, good, bad, genius,

All in all, they are the craziest.

-AAYUSH GOYAL