Network

Between the buzz of cables and the glow of screens,
A hidden web unfurls in quiet, electric dreams;
Every fibre, every socket, a silent spoke,
Carrying whispers of data, immense and awoke.

In the heart of the city, routers lean,
Like quiet librarians, their pages unseen;
They grant us through‑warped angles the line of light,
Where packets pirouette, a flash in the night.

The network, a palimpsest of tenets and code,
Holds a gambit of strengths, a shared load;
Its nodes, like stars on a constellated map,
Pulse with the rhythm of ones, zeroes, and gaps.

Yet a network’s strength is measured in people’s hush,
When faint fingers touch a palm‑sized rush;
In the gathering of minds, a community sparked,
A social net, entwined, unbroken, and stark.

So we keep it waiting on 5G waves and fibre‐optic hue,
Optimise, debug, stress‑test, all adieu;
Because in every line of protocol’s verve,
There’s some deep, shared human aim that does it preserve.