"My country is scuttling spider"
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STAMP OF THE MAHATMA
His forehead stamped so many times
The lines are now ingrained
Fifty death years after
And his glasses still gleam
Below his forehead
Fathering a nation
And its concubines
Each letter mourned in white
And we write 'Dear'
In the first line
Every time
Even if we don't mean it
MY COUNTRY
My country is rough silk
My country is smooth spice
My country is black silver
My country is blue ice
My country is lotus temple
My country is golden mosque
My country is brick church
My country is glass synagogue
My country is tame elephant
My country is hungry tiger
My country is jumping monkey
My country is scuttling spider
My country is scented flower
My country is smelly dung
My country is ahimsa
My country is loaded gun
My country is
every manifestation
between a fiery red chilli pepper and your tongue
a burning piece of copper in the eye of the sun
Shikha Malaviya
Shikha Malaviya is the publisher of Monsoon Magazine,
an on-line journal of South Asian Literature
and Culture. Her work has been published in Chowk, Impossible Object,
Gravity, and is upcoming in Anagram, Conspire, and Bolo! Bolo!: an anthology
of South Asian writing.
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