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My car moved when I typed 1 It stopped at each 0 I type 1 and the lights were on, At every 0, it was dark again... I look away from the perfect screen Through a glass window covered with dirt, And I see beyond the translucence A dimly lit house on the hillside, A broken door left ajar, A worn out roof that'd still let A few raindrops seep in, A man limping his way home the way he would have run if he could. I see the imperfections  Of the enormous tree Under which a child could still be drenched- One drop at a time. I see a half-torn ten dollar bill, Lying near some worm-ridden mangoes The owner of the tree couldn't pluck on time, Useless as both could be, the way A writer would think away his time, Without words to put on the paper. I come home late at night Another day of programming  LEDS and wheels of the tiny robot car, Coding 1 or 0, I kill my day, Only to find my night dimly lit Like the house on the ...

College was about to end And Employers were at the door Discussions and Interviews Like there had been none before Being selected as one Was like winning a battle And everywhere I’d see Congratulations did rattle The victory was ephemeral And it soon meant losing When time was to leave home Family and friends, so loving They say, “job-life’s boring” And you gulp in fear Alas! it is no less than fun When you find new friends, dear And it’s another world here Framed in the cold block With warm smiles and hope A system, desk and a lock The indolent youth Spending four hours in college Now spent nine in office Working to gain knowledge Within a month or two We too became professional Work and Responsibilities And a personal life in parallel Family would motivate Bosses would guide Colleagues would help and we sail with the tide “Priorities” is the word We learned as we grew From students to employees Of...