A new car is in serious trouble,
Its worried owner worrying his stubble
A helpless heart is on fire
No longer sure The Devil is A liar!
Unmistakable tears of a crier,
At a still far off market, a buyer
And through accursed routes A Trier.
New dreamy wishes of a road drier,
Upset by his left front tire,
Already in a manacling mire…
Some tomorrow a flying car or car-flyer
The internet is like a ball
Should be passed on to other people
An understanding, my little son shared
Ideal speed most of us desired
Trawling through the internet
Always chasing ideal time to connect
Trapped and engrossed into the network
Manacling idiosyncrasies making them to shirk
Living outside your home country
The Internet is the passageway to your family
It made lives into simpler ones
You need to pay for a better connection
How our senses are altered
Even our thinking was bothered
Time and space that are apart
Uninspired if unable to reach your counterpart
Dark side of the internet
Time quickly runs out and we forget
To socialize with others and feel the real world
As virtual image tried to evolve
September 22, 2015
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