He has developed a stigma strong to out beat,
Of getting disarranged and panicky,
By issuing quick commands and hurried tweets,
Then retreating to a long soliloquy.
It seems to be a motivation negative,
He walks up and down in a mood restless,
Indulging himself in a created chaos nevertheless.
It has been so, for forty long years,
Losing equanimity at the sight of guests,
Proposing an uneasiness loaded with fears,
Twined up to end looking for the best.
He, has been, all along reposing no confidence on others,
Professes to carry a heavy responsibility all alone,
Scrutinises in detail all from the covers,
But absolutely turns no stone.
Four decades of such precipitated movements,
Brings from the only onlooker a numbed reaction,
She goes about the way with her own temperament,
Conducting the whole episode in a colourful jubilation.