A long daily journey,
As early as the sun,
Together in harmony,
Boards the awaited train,
Wait at the same spot,
Stand at the same section,
View from the same window,
But is it the same train?
The repeating routine,
Of a broken system.
Of a broken system
Write Ally! Write! 
Yes, our system is broken and in turn it breaks us. Having the same exhausting routine is literally killing people.
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Undeniable truth, Pooja.
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your poetry has a very lyrical quality Ally, like the rhythm of the broken system and train schedules pulling our live sin opposite direction, very nice poem
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Really appreciate it, Gina. Thank you.
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Definitely is a broken system
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So it seems.
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