Our beloved friend Govind

This poem is dedicated to the eternal chatterbox, the guy who is humble as ever, the one who shys off if there is a girl in a 1 km radius.... We all love u da govind (alias "Gold Govind") !

I am writing this rhyme,
Not to create chime,
But to bring to light,
The stupid delight.

Stupid as he can be,
Surly he is not-to-be,
He keeps talking,
Till his mouth starts aching.

He is not 'haute',
But he is sure 'hot',
He is quite normal,
But always clad in formals.

The guy who drives gals crazy,
Likes taking life easy,
He is humility personified,
Also his behaviour dignified.

All the gals in HP,
Will sure feel their BP,
'Coz here comes the heart-throb,
To chant them all.

-Balu