I confront myself,
I imagine what it could have been
That is not.
I console, it is what is meant to be,
Then why my heart fumes at me?
I look back and understand,
I left behind some things-
Some little laughs,
Some untold wishes,
Few boring chats,
And a few mistakes.
Time never rests,
Nor do we,
Then why look back?
March ahead,
For life's a war,
Between Desires and Truths.
So best is keep things at rest,
And never look back.
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