Mock Epic: The Quest Of The Lone Text Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Screen, glowing oracle of mortal intent,
Of Heroes who dare the perilous act of Sending a Single Text,
A task seemingly trivial, yet fraught with danger,
Where courage, wit, and timing are tested by gods unseen.
Behold the Mortal, thumbs poised above the sacred keyboard,
Heart pounding like war drums, fingers trembling like leaves in storm.
The Message lies ready, concise yet profound,
Each word weighed as if it were a sword or shield,
For once unleashed, its fate cannot be recalled.
The Recipient, distant, unknowable,
Awaits in shadow, oblivious to the Hero's trials.
Will the text be read? Will it delight, offend, or remain unseen?
The Hero hovers, considering emojis as talismans,
Punctuation as armor, tone as subtle strategy.
A moment eternal passes, the "Send" button glows,
And mortal courage must triumph over hesitation.
With trembling thumb, the Hero strikes,
Launching the lone text across the vast ether,
Past the fiery storms of autocorrect,
Through the treacherous currents of Wi-Fi and signal,
To arrive at destiny's doorstep, irreversible.
Then silence falls. The Hero waits,
Each vibration or lack thereof a portent of doom or victory.
A reply may come swift as lightning, or delayed like the tide,
Yet the courage of sending alone is immortal,
A testament to mortal daring in the modern age.
Thus ends the epic of the Single Text,
Where even the smallest act becomes heroic,
And mortals prove that bravery is measured not in battles fought,
But in words carefully typed, fearlessly sent,
And the audacity to communicate across the invisible void.