HOPPING FOR NETWORK

The world hums softly, a digital thread, Where voices echo, though unsaid. A web of dreams, unseen yet near, Connecting hearts both far and dear. The signal flickers, a hesitant light, Reaching for towers through the night. Each bar of strength, a lifeline found, In silence, a whisper—a hopeful sound. We sit and wait, with patience thin, For the network’s pulse to let us in. To bridge the gap, to close the space, And bring the world back to its place. A message unsent, a call on hold, Stories untold, emotions bold. The spinning wheel, a circle of hope, Through endless lag, we learn to cope. Yet, in this wait, a lesson lies, To seek connection beyond the skies. For networks are not just fiber and steel, But bonds of love, unspoken, real. The heart’s own signal needs no wire, It burns with an eternal fire. And though the network may fade or break, The ties of care will never shake. So here we stand, in hope, in trust, As dust meets dust and dreams adjust. One spark, one bar, and life will flow, Through unseen paths we’ll always grow. Riazul Poet