Techie Life

Techie Life A place, dark and dingy Two eyes staring, swollen Glued to the screen upright Sucking blood with techie tongues. A table though with no work Yet piled up with drafts Of the ability and capability That forced it to sit on the chair. A head with hair falling down Flashing the dying scalp Hands on the mouse That eats into the flesh of romance. Monthly perks and all that With avarice of fleshy world Blunted the edge of lofty thoughts Once flourished in literary world. BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR