Killer of Dreamz ..

My first attempt at penning down some of my thoughts as a poem.....

What am I,
a Man of Principles or a Killer of Dreams,
Toiling hard I was - day in & day out
for a dispensible cause that I called FUN,
While my mother begged me for a
visit to HOME.
I visited London instead, had some RUM
and traipsing about in Scotland was I,
caring a dime for the RAKHI sent by my
sister in Motherland.
A core professional that I've become,
I shake hands with my father
who longs a hug from his parted son.
Busy was I, on an analysis and coding spree
while my dear frens persisted that I quit
and follow my dreams.
Hey GOD, what has become of me,
I have a heart of stone and nerves of steel,
I hence bend low and pray to thee,
Please make not any more like me.
AMEN