THIS STRANGE SPECIES

They roll and roll over the mud,

day-in and daytime,

they love to hurl mud against each other,

day-in and day-out,

they love  muddied waters,

and it is their hobby troubling the waters,

they love fishing in troubled waters,

and wait for a bonanza.

Playing with mud,

day-in and day-out,

they have turned out to be a strange species,

often reluctant to come out of it,

and emerge clean.

Still they forget not to mouth transparency,

in all the dealings as well as others’.

We the citizens always preferring to be

transparent and clear

often look at this strange species,

with embarrassment and hatred.

It is, but our destiny to, 

bear with them and be under,

their control.

The biggest tamasha of the day.