In Quest
In the design docs and java codes
in the meeting minutes and discussion notes
i search for an existence
each morning in the office
my eyes scan the inbox
filter builds and fwd trails
searching for the 'hello' mails
each evening i take a walk
with no one but myself to talk
each night at home
my msg goes online
to wait for a buzz to happen
to see a popup with smile
this is the way I spend a day,
and the life moves on
in quest of something
that I am yet to know.
4 Comments:
Good Poem, represents most of us onsite! - Amita.
By amzee, at 5:54 AM
I miss the strolls. :-(
Nivi
By Anonymous, at 7:43 AM
Very beautiful Poem.
the mail part really represents most of us :)
By Risha, at 12:42 AM
lovely poem, i loved the email reading part of it..i guess it reflects most of the S/w prof mornings :)
By Risha, at 2:12 AM
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