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Santosha

I have worked in the software industry for 10 years.. I have never seen people write poetry to share how a piece of software has touched them.. Till today..

On 1st Jan 2020, a group of young volunteer engineers in the Isha IT team worked together to launch "Santosha" - a software dream of many years for Isha ...Today, after 7 months of usage, we are seeing so much impact.. This below poem was shared by a volunteer from Tamil Nadu West region. 


Alone I was..
You found many kinships for me

All these new kins..
you made them look within

'Looking within', this aspect...
you made it very intense

The intense being that I am...
you made me do many deeds

The deeds that i did...
but you made me understand them

You made me understand...
and gave me only happiness ("Santosham")

Maybe because of this you came to me as "Santosha"

- Santosha volunteers


This is too overwhelming .. The only thing that we can do now is to rededicate our lives to use technology in raising human consciousness...🙏

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