The world is twisted by all means.
I am often not sure of my ends and also my means.
If life is chaos condensed tight,
What is best to make the chaos within right?
If all is order and hope,
Why do people as though in darkness grope
their way through nothing?
After all, life should be something!
But, what can life be, except merry making and celebrating
this ever voluminous nothingness.
Meandering through a series of telemarketing,
we reach within us a willingness.
To live till the end until we bend
For reasons that flash on the world wide web as the newest trends.
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Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
When not writing, she can be found reciting poetries in poetry clubs, teaching kids the art of poetry, and reading avidly. You could visit her website and chat with her on Instagram.
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