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…
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…
For the tough HARD work that I do
I am called a SOFTware engineer! !
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