nirmala’s rifle

i could’ve known nirmala

or have heard of her

or have read about her

but none of these happened

she kept on hauling her rifle

across dark heartlands of history

expecting springtime

or death.

some people might have heard

her rifle booming with the clouds

some might have seen it flashing

with thunders in the horizon

expecting springtime

or death.

nirmala might have lived

or died

or jailed, tortured, turned subhuman etc.

it’s a strange dream

that spring will come.

In the shadows of time,

expect nirmala

or death.