Sofware Engineer's monologue
I start my day by sitting on a chair.
Giving my monitor a hard, cold stare,
By evening I'm done with another coding,
Oh! this has become a routine so boring.
Like all, I entered this field with great hope,
Jobs, were many and there was plenty of scope,
Dreams of joining the likes of Gates,
And a chance to make money in the States.
Thus I entered the world of bytes,
Only to realize that reality bites,
'Coz a programmer's life isn't all that cozy,
The bed of software isn't all that rosy.
Seeing the monitor all day n night,
Has taken the power off my eyesight,
Late to bed yet early to rise,
Has made me wealthy, but not healthy n wise.
Working holidays, busy weekends,
No time for family, no time for friends,
My job steals most of my time,
Helplessly, I watch this crime.
My flute has fallen silent,
But work doesnt give me time even to repent,
When I should be out having fun,
I'm telling the comp, what's to be done.
I miss college and cricket,
The sorrow of losing your wicket,
For, here I am working for an IT company,
Sitting in cubicle and getting plumpy.
I faintly remember the girl in first year,
To my heart, she was so near,
But I fail to recollect her face,
'Coz, I am caught in this mad race..
I hate u, yet I can't get away,
'Coz, I need the money u pay,
God, to thee I pray,
If there be one - show me the way.........
Giving my monitor a hard, cold stare,
By evening I'm done with another coding,
Oh! this has become a routine so boring.
Like all, I entered this field with great hope,
Jobs, were many and there was plenty of scope,
Dreams of joining the likes of Gates,
And a chance to make money in the States.
Thus I entered the world of bytes,
Only to realize that reality bites,
'Coz a programmer's life isn't all that cozy,
The bed of software isn't all that rosy.
Seeing the monitor all day n night,
Has taken the power off my eyesight,
Late to bed yet early to rise,
Has made me wealthy, but not healthy n wise.
Working holidays, busy weekends,
No time for family, no time for friends,
My job steals most of my time,
Helplessly, I watch this crime.
My flute has fallen silent,
But work doesnt give me time even to repent,
When I should be out having fun,
I'm telling the comp, what's to be done.
I miss college and cricket,
The sorrow of losing your wicket,
For, here I am working for an IT company,
Sitting in cubicle and getting plumpy.
I faintly remember the girl in first year,
To my heart, she was so near,
But I fail to recollect her face,
'Coz, I am caught in this mad race..
I hate u, yet I can't get away,
'Coz, I need the money u pay,
God, to thee I pray,
If there be one - show me the way.........