Break beats punctuate the lull,
Stop,edit your résumé,resume to debug.
As the Sun Rises in Angola,
I am worried about my 3 quid.
Egypt, O Egypt,
I hope you come through.
I have my ticket wrapped in cellophane,weather proof
But tied to a seventy lakh stone, it sure can sink.
Its that time of the day on that kind of day,
when Sunshine bouncing off a metal facade,
Can brighten your mind before blinding your eyes.
Isnt it lovely when you have rolled down your dices?
Waiting to see how they turn out.
P.S : Dedicated to Sara,Hemant, Arko,Robin and people working around me at SAP
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