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 bites,
B'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 of my eyesight,
Working holidays, busy weekends,
No time for family, no time for friends,
My job steals most of my time,
Helplessly, I watch this crime.
When I should be out - having fun,
I m telling a comp, what's to be done.
GOD, to thee I pray,
If there be one - show me the way
(* Note: This is not a verbatim copy of original poem, I chopped off a few lines)