My Day One

My Day One short poem

Uploaded by Arpita Mukherjee

My mom wished me good luck with tears,
I entered into a new world with fears.
A 2*2 cubicle at the end,
A gem like Team Lead at stand,
A plethora of work sheets,
Which seemed all Greeks.
I have two Poc’s to guide,
Who are really very polite.
Submerged in an isle of work,
There is less time to face a jerk.
Burdened with responsibilities of a new life,
I have faith I will stride.
Fingers are crossed,
And soul is composed.
Hopes are high,
I am sure I will fly.
From this moment onward until I’m old,
Be walking to work, rain, snow and cold.
Like many who have come and gone before me,
I will survive and succeed, just wait… you’ll see.

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I am an Engineering Graduate immersed in the love of literature. Words bring colour to my emotions and help me describe the inner me. Writing is the inseparable part of me.
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