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There's a million times you raised your delicate h

There's a million times you raised
your delicate hands ,
Emanating a unheard message against hegemony.
Too many flowers have been plucked 
Midway through their lifespan.
To the many WHY' S
you had  calmed the pricky questions 
By taking solace  in weaving stories
About the evanescent dawn ,noon and dusk.
And when the night spread her blanket
you could feel a uncomfortable shroud 
slowly gulping you.
In  silence, You could only see one word.... Unwilling submission, Unwanted surrenderance .
That defined you and many.
You had been building bridges,but
The building  blocks collapsed
The wear and tear was actually happening in you.
Maybe  slowly gathering fuel 
For the  unpredictable tempest day.

©Sangeeta Dey Roy
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# unpredictable tempest # against hegemony

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