Devotion Divine

Family of Wartsila, my better half joined,

Almost two decades have passed.

Watching him dressed in dungarees I recollect,

With oil stains that seemed tough and permanent.

Sometimes in morning but often for shift at night,

Thus grew initial love with engines blue and bright.

His safety shoes, ear plugs and all,

Memories of earlier days I recall.

Engine parts: Piston liner crankshaft turbo charger,

His music all;in quieter moments points to ponder.

Evolving further he went to sales side,

Landed on that shore tossed by high tide.

His passion of power plant, mumbling offers of their brand,

Making proposals, Various scenarios grand,

Moving ahead, convincing others to take a passionate peep,

Only a true love of profession and dedication deep

Has power to capture customers in a moment fleeting.

At times on vacation he sneaks for work or meeting,

His love for Wartsila sometimes all others exceeds.

A pleasure it is to see how his devotion proceeds.