In corridors of copper and spectral light, A realm | English Comedy

"In corridors of copper and spectral light, A realm of wires hums through day and night, A LAN, a web of dreams so deftly spun, Where bytes and bits in harmony run. Beneath the veil of cables’ silent hum, Data dances, fleeting and then some, Packets pirouette in a grand ballet, Across the circuits, swift in their display. Routers stand as sentinels, poised and wise, Guiding signals through a network’s eyes, Switches, like conductors, orchestrate the flow, Directing traffic where data needs to go. Ethernet paths, like threads of gold entwined, Weave a tapestry where connections bind, Each node a star in a digital sky, Linked together as the moments fly. In encrypted realms where secrets hide, Security’s watch is ever applied, In this networked realm, unseen but grand, An intricate dance on a silicon strand. So here’s a toast to this unseen thread, Where innovation and magic are wed, A LAN, a canvas where data dreams, In a realm where technology gleams. ©twisha ray"

In corridors of copper and spectral light,
A realm of wires hums through day and night,
A LAN, a web of dreams so deftly spun,
Where bytes and bits in harmony run.
Beneath the veil of cables’ silent hum,
Data dances, fleeting and then some,
Packets pirouette in a grand ballet,
Across the circuits, swift in their display.
Routers stand as sentinels, poised and wise,
Guiding signals through a network’s eyes,
Switches, like conductors, orchestrate the flow,
Directing traffic where data needs to go.
Ethernet paths, like threads of gold entwined,
Weave a tapestry where connections bind,
Each node a star in a digital sky,
Linked together as the moments fly.
In encrypted realms where secrets hide,
Security’s watch is ever applied,
In this networked realm, unseen but grand,
An intricate dance on a silicon strand.
So here’s a toast to this unseen thread,
Where innovation and magic are wed,
A LAN, a canvas where data dreams,
In a realm where technology gleams.

©twisha ray

twisha ray

In corridors of copper and spectral light, A realm of wires hums through day and night, A LAN, a web of dreams so deftly spun, Where bytes and bits in harmony run. Beneath the veil of cables’ silent hum, Data dances, fleeting and then some, Packets pirouette in a grand ballet, Across the circuits, swift in their display. Routers stand as sentinels, poised and wise, Guiding signals through a network’s eyes, Switches, like conductors, orchestrate the flow, Directing traffic where data needs to go. Ethernet paths, like threads of gold entwined, Weave a tapestry where connections bind, Each node a star in a digital sky, Linked together as the moments fly. In encrypted realms where secrets hide, Security’s watch is ever applied, In this networked realm, unseen but grand, An intricate dance on a silicon strand. So here’s a toast to this unseen thread, Where innovation and magic are wed, A LAN, a canvas where data dreams, In a realm where technology gleams. ©twisha ray