Reflections

This is my poem as an engineer, toiling on a construction site in a refinery.

100 miles away I stay
yearning for you, in a pipe jungle
waiting for my project to get over
to meet you and embrace you my dear

Things are glaring, contrasting too
the world colourful with you but on site, so very blue
Difference such stark
and life without a spark

The dull grey , coarse and rude concrete
antonymous to your long silky wisps of night
The din of hydra and the roar of poclain
can however never silence your singsong strain

Your adorable chiding against the abominable cacophony of workers
echoes silently in my ears
perhaps I could get lost in dimples on your cheeks
which somehow seem deeper than 44.8 feet.

The starving tedious night shifts
leave me reminiscing about those evenings
The romantic evenings we spent by the sea bay
rather than standing over bentonite clay

Girl, you re dear to me
but so is the project to my manager
I yearn to be by your side
while manager wants me to supervise the ongoing piles

Caught between the two
Engineering in the industry and engineering my thoughts
Between my manager, industry, pipes and workers
Thinking about you, I get lost