There was this lonely man,
study was all he can.
Books were his best friend,
never cared about any trend.
He had such a big mind,
only wanted to be kind.
Science, computer and math
were his favourites, but no one saw his wrath.

There he was born, as a beautiful creation.
But he never yapped, so he faced rejection.
He wasn't "cool", he wasn't judgy,
But he knew that he himself was lucky.

Lucky that he can't be influenced,...