Friday, January 26, 2018

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.

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