In A Virtual World Poem by Sumit Ganguly

With my Net on
the world fits in this little room,
every moment I discover me in a cozy corner,
far away from heat, dirt and pollution.

I have seen much of the spinning globe
There is scorching competition,
strive for essentials
plucked red roses and fog descending as tears.

You've heard of heaven, I live in it,
my every dream takes virtual shape.
I amuse me and weep, earn and spend through it.
The cobweb isn't my birth-place only a simulated real life.