Samjha rahe the mujhko sabhi naasehaane(intellectual advisors) sheher Fir rafta rafta khud use zaalim ke ho gaye Rote hue iss jazeera-e(island) jaha

This is a distorted verse by Ahmad Faraz which means.There was an impending danger (Tsunami) in the surroundings.But the fortune seeker pseudo intellectuals kept on iterating,” Nothing will happen, we are all safe”.The one alive after the tsunami witnesses the devastation of the cities.

The software factory has unleashed its lethal weapon.

Layoffs, ramp downs, de-resourcing, restructuring are its survival efforts.

It seeks refuge under the labyrinths of HANA, Big Data and digitization.

With the sword of automation the clients have terrorized the limping flame.

How long will the diminishing oil sustain the flickering luminosity?

Who will pay the czar’s debt?

The czar had banked on its ephemeral wealth.

McKenzie’s silent hour has silenced the factory’s noise.

Who will break this eerie silence?

How will agile carry the debris of this slowing industry?

Devops is the new buzzword.

Waterfall has already swamped the fertility of the soil beneath.

Sprawling monuments of this fragile economy is witnessing the technology’s imperialism.

The nightingale sobs bitterly for emancipation.

Stop producing engineers and emancipate the disguised labor.

Tu shaaheen hai parwaaz hai kaam tera

Tere aage aasmaan aur bhi hain.

Gaye din ke tu akela tha anjuman mein

Tere raazdan yahan aur bhi hain.