Long before
the sun discovered its orbit,
there have been efforts
to hack your pass-word
to enter your website…
Many a saint and prophet,
all holy men, seers and sages
were fortunate in different ages
to have glimpses of your three worlds,
the Milky ways and the constellation
floating in the galactic ocean…
In the spiraling swirl of time
should we, Oh Lord!
go like whale-hunting —
a search for you in the vast outside,
Or only within
where as a tiny fish in the aquarium
You flap your little fins
to be ever in motion?
In your long pass-word
if every one of us is a character,
and if any time you miss one of us
to assist you is there a site manager?
Is our world a cyber-café
and you keep us ever connected
and we feel ever safe!
