This is Dedicated to my life in Infosys..........
No Matter
how clichéd it might look,
The
journey started from Mysore,
Yet
another engineer, with hopes of his folk,
yet
another Son, with throat, little sore.
With No clue what lay ahead,
The
journey thus began into the woods,
With some
old cohorts and head,
rest mere
acquaintances in neighborhoods.
The time
moves without regards and hitch,
So does
the people around and life,
Its up to
us how much of it can we clinch.
Not right
are they, who doubt the friendship at work,
I made
some treasured ones,
Or maybe
it was my sheer luck.
Still,
No matter
how clichéd it might look
The
journey ends in pune,
With yet
another journey to embark, in mind
With yet
another fellowship to leave behind
