When the project ends
The rigorous search begins
This journey is definitely full of thorns
It is always not only about the intellect
But for average minds on how they project
With tit-bits of knowledge from several places that they collect
With numerous opportunities it is fountain of unfailing plenty
But I wonder how can it lack this mere power of sensitivity
Dragging people to situations where they experience self-pity
The instant success and fame may at times not lurk
Making you so gloomy so dark
Is this what you call as the IT Park?
But my friends this is the dream that I for long cherished
Though seldom I might end up getting my image tarnished
This is the place where with repeated pink slips no one is ever finished
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