Helpless, tired and clueless
Weary and sleepless
We plod along, with half a heart
with mind and body, all apart
Amidst the dreariness, sparks of ideas
Around the cribs, twinkling thoughts
That fade as fast as they had twinkled
That elusive solution to a bug that humbled
Here comes Harsha, all ready to fight
And there's Srini, vanishing through the night
Jayasimha, like a lion, keeping watch
Aravind B'rother, with no 'test' match
We hope there is an end to the story
A simple, stable, release with no worry
So that we can take a little break in peace
And take a respite before the next release :-(
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2 comments:
first comment ...
nice poem....
why dont you leave your present job and jump into writing.
it will be more satisfying.. both in the monetary sense and in the mental sense...
by the way,
your current job sucks......BIG TIME.
Rums,
Couldn't help laughing at this one...the words u told him..."What is ur purpose in life..." hee hee ultimate question..hope he does not read this here...BRS should get VRS..no more headache..anyway u get one, give me a call, will drop in afer 10pm;-))
Simply miss u dear....relocate to marathahalli please..
Raji
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