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Poetic Prose

A day in a life

Day in day out
Religiously doing the routine
Waiting for that breakthrough

As the morning breaks
The rush hours begins
Life in search of survival

Questioning our fate daily
What the hell are we doing?
Is this the life we want?

Smell the air look around
Scream your lungs out
Everything seems to be in my hands but it all flew away

– This poetic prose was written in a cafe, on my iPad. This idea came about when I was looking outside the glass window of the cafe and looking at people walking and rushing, crossing the traffic. I see some unhappy expression on their faces and some people seems to walk like a zombie as if their subconscious mind were controlling them.

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About Haim Razat

A Thinker. A Writer. A Journey.

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