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Standing perplexed on street "Forward"
But I am stationary, so also my life.
Vigorously, I rummaged through my bag
Strapped to my shoulder.
Intermittently, I scowled at passing traffic.


Let me get this straight...
Like, nobody sees me standing here?
Am I invisible or just unlucky?
As if not having a job isn't much illluck 
My arms flayed in impatience.


Yet hopeful to hitchhike
If hope still knows its way around here
It was long gone!
I scoured the womb of this faded bag
Once again to make sure I got my files
Nodded satisfactorily smiling to the breeze


But the files were complete last time
I shook my head as if to fling off
The ensuing grief but it came anyway.
This is the umpteenth time of
Unsuccessful interviews for a job
And the buses can't even be humane enough


The callous sun, performing its duty,
Came up fastidiously unlike other days
And punctiliously scorched my weary face
If only everyone on earth is as dutiful
As the old sun.
The interview is five minutes away...
Yet perplexed I stand on street "Forward"


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