In bed, in the morn, I searched
My memory faint
Last night, in dream I met
Him- the Cyber Saint.
He did not wear those saintly
Robes, not had
Deep, saintly eyes.
Transparency was his
Dress; he swore not
To tolerate any lies.
Where has he emerged;
>From among complex guys.
Cyber saint is tomorrow’s wise man
Shall bare hypocrites
And fakes; make them feel sly, shy!
