Roamed healthy, the Bengal tiger,
Until a cell - Tasleema Nasrin -
Inadvertently externalized
The antigens of a mutant gene.
Now robbed of symmetry, it crawls
And of aches and pains it moans and groans,
While the immune clergy mop up what's left
Of her ravaged unorthodox clones.
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