The Estranged Outsourcing

This poem or ballad of sorts I wrote when I was particularly low and away from my family over the holidays. I am an Indian, so I have written about something that most if not all of us Indian experience when we come out to work in the foreign countries. And as it turns out you can probably relate to others too. So here goes my tribute to all us unsung heroes who made work their happiness and office their home!
Here's to all workaholics!