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The game

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Their marriage was a game of chess,each move made made was a play for power.Their children were pawns often victims of collateral damage.
Each move resulted in a shift of power but also erosion of themselves.
Their greed for power had long before demanded the sacrifice of
themselves and everyone around them.
They were blinded by power,completely oblivious to the carnage caused.
With thier wings cut ,kept in gilded cages the pawns played moves of thier own to survive,to be in the game,to be free.
25 years later the game continues only that the prince is now the king.

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  1. Arnab MajumdarJuly 17, 2017 at 12:26 AM

    I like the whole 'moves and countermoves' description of the relationship. Pity it happens all too often in society.

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  2. UnknownJuly 19, 2017 at 11:34 PM

    Yes its unfortunate how people have their priorities misplaced

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  3. PGJuly 25, 2017 at 12:05 PM

    The piece is great, but I didn't get what was this about?
    All that I deduce is that it is related to the pseudo superiority we try to have in relationships.
    I love the comparison.

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  4. UnknownAugust 30, 2017 at 5:24 AM

    Its open to interpretation:)

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