Dying Is But Going Off-Line Poem by Sibghatullah Khan

Dying is but going off-line:
all passwords forgotten,
Username permanently erased,
folders deleted
memory washed off,
Inbox closed forever,
not one more message to send, nor a mail to read.

Since access is denied,
you can never manage any chat,
your status updat simply goes flat.
Fancy blogging, posting tweet;
you had a large following, Sweet!
Now your blog slot is just a white, ominous space,
as no one punches the Keys any more.

You reach another kind of Silicon State,
a wondrous place, where you find
your lost account retrieved in a Data Template:
every visited site, every tiniest click,
browsing History, pages opened and closed,
favorite haunts, spam in the Box,
contact list, added or dropped—all
computed to a dot. You stand wondering
by your one-time Dustbin that pulsates,
and Stacks of hidden files lying inside out.

Wait, Just wait!
Before long, you'll get your Data Template.