Mahalaya Poem by Mandira Mitra

Mahalaya

Rating: 4.8


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nalini Hebbar 21 September 2006

mandira...will the light always be crimson? ...will there ever be peace? ...love...nalini

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Catastrophe King 21 September 2006

Ya Devi Sarvabhuteshu................... Nämastasayi Nämastasayi Nämastasayi Nämäh Nämaäh! ! Thank You..... Mandira! You have reminded us (far flung in lost lands) of our beloved Goddess! A very well composed poem, good! A 10 for your composition.... And a thousand bows to the beloved Goddess!

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