Irony of My Life
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 bytes, '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, Have taken the power off my eyesight, Late to bed n late to rise, Had made me wealthy, but not healthy n wise. Had made me neither wealthy, healthy or 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. Just for few bits of money, I forego those moments with my Honey, When I should be out - having fun, I'm telling my comp, what's to be done. I hate u, ...