For those, who falls in love with their Work.
As the new morning arrive, I look around and find. To whom should I call, My Valentine.
As I step out in winter wind, The air disarray my hair.
The dryness of skin, And the shivering lips.
I drive to the office, Hoping I would distract for a moment.
As I follow the same path of line, I still hover for zillionth time,
Who will be my Valentine.
Reaching the parking lot,
Searching the identity card,
I unlock the door
Unknowingly moving towards my routine.
And I sit at my favorite place.
Turning on the monitor
In front of me is coffee and a pen, kept with a leaf.
Reminding of my passion, in just a simple wallpaper.
I reopen my last day’s work,
Realizing the state of mind,
I switch back to my work,
For else I’ll have to stay till 9.
And everything falls in place suddenly,
Maybe it’s just a matter of time.
Systango is where I belong to,
The place is already mine.
But for this year I would say,
Work is my valentine.