My Love – Diodes
Chirag Patel Jun, 1996
Evanescent world, that you are living in;
Lonely diodes, true martyrs you are indeed.
Ever I see, I feel dearth of you;
Carnage of yours, changed the era.
Truly saying, then began the second generation;
Roaming here and there, we met the ICs.
On the way to success, made the neural paths;
Neural networks are the fruits whose seeds you are.
Intellectual Intel made the Pentium;
Consummate – it is indeed; proved-
Success is to flow like water thru’ a road of rocks.