Type and delete, type and delete,
Reminding myself of my own words,
Not caring about the now commonly felt hurts.
Familiar it gets:
Planned or unplanned, only known by the depths.
The depths can only be reached by those invited,
Depths are a secret, depths are deep.
Uninvited, one gets lost and smothered,
Between the confusion and the desires.
A burning bush scares away the rabbits,
May appear beautiful to some,
Yet the anguish felt by the bush is burnt,
Until there’s only ashes and that too disappears with a breeze.
Published by Cheran Ratnam
Experienced Data Science professional and published author with a Ph.D. in Information Science and
more than ten years of corporate experience, focusing on machine learning, data science, and advanced
analytics. AWS and Azure certified data scientist and machine learning expert, specializing in delivering
advanced analytics solutions, leading data science projects, and driving cross-functional collaborations
for advanced data science and machine learning initiatives. Proficient in Python, R, SQL, Apache Spark,
cloud platforms (Azure, AWS, GCP), and DevOps tools.
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