Madras is where I was born,
The Address which my ID own,
Our place may smell bad,
But not our hearts
Our words may be rubbish,
But not our thoughts
The breeze of Marina pleases us,
The construction of sand houses moulded us to an engineer.
We fight for the right to reach a new height,
Our name is enough to show our pride,
We may be divided into four by directions.
But,
We are united by the word CHENNAI
And, we are so called MADRASIS or the CHENNAITES.

- Boredom Scribbles