A Programmer's Poetry...

A Programmer's Poetry

I start my day by sitting on the chair,
Giving my monitor a hard, cold stare,
By the evening I'm done with another coding ,
... Oh,This has become routine so boring ,

Like all , I entered this field with great hope,
Jobs were many and there was plenty scope,
Dreams of joining the like of Gates,
And a chance to make money in the states

Thus, I entered the world of bytes,
Only to realize that reality bites,
'Coz a programmer's life isn't that cozy,
The bed of software isn't that all rosy.

Seeing the monitor all day n night,
Have taken the power off my eyesight,
Late to bed n late to rise,
Has made me wealthy,but not healthy and wise,

Working holidays,busy weekends,
No time for family, no time for friends,
My job steals most of the 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 am telling computer whats to be done,

I hate you ,yet I can't get away,
'Coz, I need the money you pay,
God, to thee I pray,
If there be one – show me the way