So many new faces in front of me
Hiding themselves in laptops,
I am a thrown seed in this field
Of  professionally grown crops,
Sound of fingers hitting keys so fast
Is only thing I hear from one hour past,
Another is  loud sound of clock's tickles
Making me to miss my college giggles,
Auditing the figures in million
None have that care free smile of minion,
Probably I will get handsome money
But will I be able to live life fully Honey??