Once they were we creatures without a face. 

They crawled with uncertainties like amateurs in a race. 

No referee had the power of a penalty. 

Yet they played fine like experts on reality. 

What may have started like a jumbled crossword puzzle.

Had gained form in was in full bustle.

World Wide web is not a joke by a jester. 

It is the creation of one qualified and a master.  

Marvelling unbelievably grabs the mind in a vice.

Magnetically we are attracted without the wisdom of the wise. 

Drunkenly we are coiled on a finger like putty. 

We are unable to free ourselves from the gritty.

Prisoners of the mind we have become solemnly. 

Technology has robbed us of the right senses suddenly. 

Our future is coiled around the web so wide. 

In it we forcefully move in unfiltered glide.

World Wide web is not a joke by a jester. 

It is the creation of one qualified and a master.  

Web 3.0 surpasses DeFi and digitalisation. 

Owning space is coming without  any realization. 

Nothing beats this unimaginable innovation.

The road floats to us like a creeping cloud. 

Our harvests quite bounty and quite loud. 

Here I am with poetry of bounty. 

It speaks volumes and climbs like creepers mounty. 

World Wide web is not a joke by a jester. 

It is the creation of one qualified and a master.