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