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| Imagine you are a shy 21 year old driven by your ambition to another land; a land where people look, speak and act differently and where you have no relatives or friends; Imagine the loneliness of the first few months; till you find your true love ... |
| It is middle of the night, |
| we are alone together; |
| hopelessly in love, |
| we don't need to talk, |
| we just look at each other |
| � ���� surrounded by a low clattering sound, |
| ������������� breaking the stillness of the night; |
| ������ a few greenish lights blink around us, |
| ������ ������ a very romantic sight |
| I look at her shining face, |
| ������ what is that bright look telling me? |
| Is it naughtiness my love, |
| ������ or are you feeling shy? |
| hesitating, yet she is prompting me |
| ������ I tap on her delicate body |
| Her face grows up bright; |
| ������ She softly moans and complains, |
| I am not doing it right |
| ������ Sometimes we talk all night, |
| Sometimes we even fight; |
| ������ But she always tells me what's wrong; |
| and together we set it right |
| ������ We form a perfect couple, |
| man and his machine, |
| ������ programmer and his progrem. |
| PrOgrEM |
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| written by Kalpana S. |