Cast away, but has lost no hope,
On any side looking for a resource;
To shed the burden of bits of Data,
From Pacific to Transatlantic roped.
A future, it’s been now many years,When Cables cut and were teared;
Virgin now in de-globalized world,
No embassy anywhere, to induce Fear!
Space dome couldn’t let it connect,
& satellites if crossed, turn into shred;
Whims of vernaculars buttered on bread,
In solitude, the Cables lying w/ regret. J
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2025