I start day by sitting on a chair,
giving my screen a cold, hard stare,
Thinking a bit, typing a bit, and repeat for hours on end,
by evening I'm done with another coding,
Oh! this has become a routine so boring.
Once, I enter the world of bytes,
only to realise that reality bites,
coz a programmer's life, isn't all that cozy,
the bed of software, isn't all that rosy,
but writing codes is my passion,
like building machines with a new fashion.
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.
Just like variables go off memory,
I forego those moments with my honey,
when I should be out - having fun,
I'm telling this box, what's to be done.
I hate u, yet I cant get away, coz,
I have always cherished to be this way,
Its my dream, and i love to code,
so to thee I pray,
if there be one - show me the way.
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