Monday Morning,
At Eight Am
Begins My Tussle With A Computer
Before I Break For Lunch,
My Work Would Be To Defeat Tough Enemies
Like Bugs And Errors,
After A Meal,
Comes An Unexpected Guest,
A Mail From My Pm,
Within A Blink Of An Eye,
Requesting Me To Get Ready For Another Tussle,
Like The Soft Touch Of My Beloved-‘s Dress,
Now And Then Some Forward Mails,
To Appease My Mind-Â…
When I Return
After A Tough Discussion In The Eve,
It Makes Me Long For A Friday,
Not To Visit The Shrine,
But As It Would Be Weekend-Â…
For The Tough Hard Work That I Do
I Am Called A Software Engineer