The Day The Signal Faded Poem by Sumita Jetley

It was a Tuesday, just after nine,
The city's hum fell out of line.
No buzzing phones, no glowing screens,
Just silent streets and broken dreams.

Amira blinked at the frozen frame,
Her Zoom now paused, her world the same.
Emails stalled, Wi-Fi lost,
The digital world had paid its cost.

Yet, in the hush, she felt no fear,
A calmness came, strange yet clear.
Stepping outside, the quiet grew,
People stared at skies so blue.

No phones to hold, no texts to send,
Conversations sparked, like an old friend.
She wandered down a street she knew,
But to a park she'd never viewed.

The trees whispered, the birds sang loud,
As if they'd never faced a crowd.
People sat, unsure, bemused,
With idle hands, they felt confused.

But in the stillness, something stirred,
A sense of peace, soft, yet heard.
She watched a child chase a butterfly,
As the mother smiled, with a gentle sigh.

A stranger spoke, book in hand,
"Crazy day, can't understand."
Amira smiled, nodding slow,
"The quiet world—it seems to grow."

In silence shared, they sat and stayed,
As life around them softly played.
The noise returned by afternoon,
But something lingered—an inner tune.

For in the darkness of that day,
She found a brighter, clearer way.
No signal needed, no constant scroll,
Just presence filling up her soul.

The internet blinked back to life,
But Amira had found no strife.
The connection she had sought so deep,
Was in the moments we often sweep.

The art of presence, she had won,
The day the signal lost its run.