Mock Epic: The Iliad Of The Unanswered Message Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Clock, relentless judge of mortal torment,
Of Heroes who wait in agony for a single reply,
Where minutes stretch like eons, and hours loom like mountains,
And the heart trembles at the silence of the unseen.
Behold the Mortal, thumbs idle above the sacred screen,
Eyes darting to notifications like a warrior scanning the battlefield.
Each vibration, each ping, is a trumpet of hope,
Yet none arrive, and despair grows like wildfire.
The Message, sent with courage and care,
Sails through the ether, a lone vessel on storm-tossed seas,
Past the dragons of Wi-Fi failure,
Through the labyrinth of Wi-Fi routers,
And the perilous cliffs of autocorrect.
Time conspires, slow as a glacier,
Mocking patience, testing fortitude,
While Allies offer counsel: "Perhaps they are busy! "
And Trolls of Doubt whisper cruelly,
"Maybe your words were insufficient, or too bold, or forgotten."
The Hero paces, sighs like battle drums,
Reimagines replies in every tone and nuance,
Crafts imagined scenarios of triumph and catastrophe,
Until the soul feels wearied, the mind frayed,
And even the gods of patience shake their heads.
At last, a vibration! A light! The herald of fate!
The reply appears, small but mighty,
Triumph and relief flooding the Hero's veins,
As agony yields to the glory of connection restored.
Thus ends the epic of Waiting for a Reply,
Where every heartbeat is a drum of war,
Every moment of silence a trial heroic,
And mortals learn that even the smallest communication
Can become an odyssey, absurd, dramatic, and immortal.