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Sands Of Time

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The deluge of

your honey-coated words,

the vicious web of deceit

you built around me,

the knots of treachery

you entangled me in,

were suffocating me

until 

I decided to claw them

and shovel them away 

before 

they could cleave their tentacles again

and dig my grave.

I ride the rainbow now

unchained, unfettered.

The sands of time buried your ugly footprints

The memories are dead.

Or are they?

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Written by Seema Taneja

Formerly a teacher of English language, she is now a full-time blogger, writer, and poet. A bi-lingual writer, she writes on social justice, gender issues, women and child rights, economics, and political affairs, in English and Hindi. She contributes to several platforms like Women's Web, Momspresso, The Anonymous Writer and her write-ups have also been published in The Times Of India. Her stories have been featured in several anthologies. She has won many awards for her writing, including the prestigious Orange Flower Award for Writing with Social Impact in Hindi.

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