Engineers make engines,
Treat them when they have cough
And hold out a crutch when they limp-
And so the world reveres them;
Because engines run the world.
And so my parents wanted me as one.
The tough trigono, the mightier organic
And such hard names to mimic-
The rough companions for years-
And how they brought tears!
Now when the car breaks down,
The night bulb fails
Or the audio sings a rough song,
How I wish I had made friends
With the tough names,
And got rid of the idiot engineers.
-4/2/2001, Calcutta- 63
