She of the allied forces
He of the foe
She of the lion
He of the buffalo
Come together, fight
Symbolize victories
Of dawn over night.
Yet if the silver sphere
Of moon were granted speech-
She would tell you how
Joints of Mother’s fractious spear
Are full of rust and screech.
‘Twixt good and evil though
The bedside lamp in Gandhi’s land
Casts a crimson glow.
Mandira Mitra
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