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The Conquest

Writer: Hashtag Kalakar
Hashtag Kalakar
Sep 27, 2022
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By Saptak Dutta


Behind the regal palace recline the wolves When the moon shines, they come for the hunt The treachery in the name of a royal business Truth always gets butchered, buried or burnt.



Losing the edge as they gradually fall Resurrection begins following the undertow Everything comes clean after the squall For years, the glorious lies they put on the show. A twitch under the surface brings revolution Faded within the yellow pages of history Fear once controlled bleeds for strength Freedom emerges to vouch for victory.



By Saptak Dutta




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