My hate for you was wrong
Unjustified it was and blamed you I shouldn't have
For every right you had to move on
Which I realize now life ain't a platform
In which train comes and goes.
Once the train leaves in the platform of life
No coming back is the way which is right
Since the only way it is
Means which does life is a decider
With no chances.
By ROHIT SAPRA
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