In the confines of cubicles by artificial light,
Sipping coffee from the machines day and night.
Speaking on phones, in meetings we sit.
Staring the monitor, the keyboard(s) we hit.
Far away from loved ones whom for days we do not meet.
Remembering them, working, on our seat.
This is life for us,
Working away from homes and loved ones in places afar.
What a life, techies we are.
Courtesy: - A friend.Dedicated to all my techie friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem