when I left Infosys to travel seven seas...

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