The Net Angels - Poem by Soma Mukherjee
Yes, there are angels in the net,
I can prove it and I am ready to bet.
They send me mails every day offering me money,
From Nigeria to London, all set to make my days sunny.
All they want from me is to open an account and deposit few thousand bucks,
And all this at an assurance, that I will have millions in my hands, what a luck!
People jealous of me say, whole thing is a lie and a scam,
And that I should mark them and put them in a spam.
There is no way I am going to pay heed and put these offers in trash,
Am not going to ignore, in the fear that my computer can be hacked or it will crash.
Why will Mrs Langers, whose dying husband left me a lot of money, lie?
And the Sheikh! , who sees a lot of potential in me, is all from Dubai.
An online lottery just declared I won millions without buying the ticket,
I deserve all the money of his kingdom, says Mr.Fickett.
This is it I will deposit all the money I have in their account right now,
And since I will be very rich, so I am naming this, as Project Cash Cow.
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