An engineer's quest to understand the human mind

 

In shadows cast by life's cruel strife,

A spark ignited, birthing light.

A wounded heart, once torn apart,

Found solace in the depths of night.

 

A path I tread, now newly bound,

From engineer to counselor's gown.

With forty years, a slate reborn,

I seek the truth where pain is found.

 

Divorce's sting, a jagged thorn,

Unveiled the depths where hearts are torn.

With empathy, my guide and crown,

I walk with others, so forlorn.

 

The classroom whispers secrets deep,

Unveiling layers, wounds to keep.

The human psyche, vast and vast,

A journey through its valleys steep.

 

Psychology's embrace is vast,

A tapestry of minds amassed.

In counseling's embrace I dive,

To heal the scars of memories past.

 

The trials faced, the strength we find,

As wisdom's gift, our hearts remind,

That in our darkest, fragile state,

A helping hand can heal the mind.

 

With every step, my spirit soars,

As empathy unlocks closed doors.

To guide the lost through darkness grim,

With understanding, love, and more.

 

So here I stand, a beacon bright,

An engineer turned into light.

To mend the wounds, to soothe the soul,

And pave the way for love's respite.

 

In counseling, a calling found,

A purpose forged on fertile ground.

To heal, to mend, to ease the pain,

And help lost souls in peace rebound.

 

For forty years, I've walked the path,

And now I'm called to bring love's bath.

Through counseling, I'll heal the heart,

And build a future free from wrath.

 

The journey's long, the road unknown,

But armed with knowledge, not alone.

With passion burning deep within,

I'll lead the way, seeds of hope sown.

 

So let this rhyme, my humble ode,

Embrace the tale of my new road.

From engineer to counselor's hand,

In therapy, my heart is stowed.

 

~Rohit Nalwade

In the midst of Mumbai's pouring rain,

I found solace from the academic strain.

With classrooms dampened and streets so wet,

Online classes came as a silver lining I won't forget.

 

No longer bound by the commuting haze,

I rejoice in the comfort of my own space.

No more rushing through the bustling crowd,

Instead, I sit here, calm and proud.

 

A cozy corner, my laptop aglow,

I embark on a virtual journey to grow.

The pitter-patter of raindrops on my window,

Inspires a rhythm, a learning tempo.

 

No need to worry about being late,

No more battling through the chaotic gate.

With just a click, I'm present and ready,

Immersed in knowledge, steady and steady.

 

A cup of chai by my side, steaming hot,

Enhances the joy that online classes brought.

No more worrying about drenched attire,

I embrace this freedom with a heart afire.

 

In the comfort of my humble abode,

I soak up knowledge, my passion bestowed.

The rain outside, a mere backdrop's song,

As I dive deep into study, focused and strong.

 

So let the rain pour, let the winds roar,

Online classes open new doors galore.

I'm grateful for this modern-day grace,

Education in rain's embrace, an online embrace.

 

~Rohit Nalwade