Waiting in the platform
waiting for the train
It will come in some form
Before I could strain.
Lost the counting
lost the days
changes in surrounding
As nothing stays.
No more to come
no more days to wait
something doesn't form
Even we try to bait.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 3:59 AM UTC
Waiting in the platform
waiting for the train
It will come in some form
Before I could strain.
Lost the counting
lost the days
changes in surrounding
As nothing stays.
No more to come
no more days to wait
something doesn't form
Even we try to bait.
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