A place wherein hungry soul cry,
Whose woos are heard,
From Mumbai to Mississippi,
Form Delhi to Delphi,
From Calcutta to Canberra.

A place wherein, many things are unearthed,
Enough to make a pacified soul cry
Wherein the saint
Also turns misdemeanor.

A place with its own way of life-style
Enough to keep the Mecca of fashion at bay,
Wherein goals are set and achieved
Each hour, each minute, each second.

A place, which recruits you,
Makes you happy and sad,
And fills your pocket
Enough to make a livelihood

A place quite unknown,
Still gracious.
Though ghostly
But seems Angle-like.

That is what I call Cyberspace.