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| Meghna Kaul |
Reversal
Her arm caress the chair
Her hand firm on gun
the dark eyes conceal the care
and turns wild to protect her man
An axe thrust on the log
The canopy shades her man
both pair of eyes obscured in fog
of ruled and ruler of the clan
He sits oozing power and prey
She stands fixed in purpose
Does he cave in or fixed in his sway?
She vascillates as if nervous
A bloodlbath trickles and leaves a furrow in the grass
Was it a power struggle or the retribution of the mass?
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