Patches here and pieces there is nothing more than the chaos in the darkest recess, Worthy of praises, or tear the mask worn on faces clear. Hear or gear to form the creases Of an old cloth worn out with lots of frizzes.Patches here and pieces there…laugh was all you come to give…but then deep into the oceans you dive…to bring out worries, cries, pains and tears leaping forward in life like a hare…
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She crafts various kinds of content and is active contributor for The Scientific Triangle. She creates works of fiction, poetry, and abstract art besides writing content. You could find more updates about her works on https://www.writersnehashree.com/. She also has a small book on Amazon Kindle called "A Hiatus from the Loaded Past."
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