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To the Netizens
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Beware! Netizens of today!
The fervour of your cry 'Hey Ram'
Shall never click to usher in our Ram
As Random Access Memory
Is our new Ram and it's very
Verity bewitching our wit,
Always leaves our deep soul unlit.
RAM & CD Rom our newest hymn
On everyone's lips does consign
Raghuvir Ram to oblivion,
Installing the silicon son
Not a chip off the paragon
Of our epic but a daedal dragon,
Silly, yet holding at ransom.
The mesmerised macrocosm
The magic spider weaves a web
And computer buffs hob and nob
With it and its global wideness
Trekking in cyber space in 'busyness',
The quest that makes the great divide
Between virtual reality
And the supreme reality
Where the PC sits is our fane,
Cool, quiet, fine and divine.
It's seated on its vahana, the mouse
That has its own special status.
A mobile manual device it is
That restrains the rhythm with ease
Of the cursor in mechanic mood. |
-By G. Viswanathan
From: To our first granddaughter Pratibha and other poems
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