Friday, September 11, 2009
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2.5 hours ahead they race
And to catch up with them, I got to chase
As with the South East markets, I pace,
To office, 7.30 in the morning, I grace.
Internationally, I m a part of the eastern buzz
Domestically I avoid the local rush
At Lunch hours, when their markets hush
That’s when, with full vigor, our markets brush
Spanning across 2 time zones
To a new regime, my body is thrown
With challenging targets, the mind is sown
To fodder the creative ideas grown.
The lengthy hours don’t seem to matter
With each passing day, the excitement greater
The dose of experience is injected deeper
That blows the balloon of confidence bigger.