Frolicking through gore,
While bleed turns to pour.
Hoping there’s something more,
You bear it right to your core.
Daring you enter through the door,
Staring to figure what you came for.
Tearing is what makes you score,
Blaring insides will take you ashore.
Glances, numerous you’ll store,
Whispers, spurious just ignore.
Splinters, with oil, will surely floor,
Tricksters, fade, with time, poorly wore.
Trajectory favors worn out decor,
Contradictory, yet prevails the sore.
Rudimentary, yet withstanding for more,
Multi-sensory, will not hide anymore.
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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