The Tiger Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
The Tiger
Tiger
Tiger, Tiger
The terror of the forest,
The horror of the woods.
The spark of light into
The eyes,
The anger frightening
Ever thirsty, ever hungry.
Tiger, tiger
The terror of the forest,
The horror horrifying
And it in its brutality.
The bloody brute of the forest
Untamable, swift and proud
And arrogant
Ever ready to pounce upon.
Tiger, tiger
Lying in wait
With the paws bloody and sturdy,
The jaws in blood.
The bloody brute of the forest
Roaring, roaring as such
The birds flying over
Stricken with terror and horror.
The animals running for cover,
For life,
Tiger, tiger,
The bloody tiger.
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5/10/2024 12:33:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We are living in a society that is less secured than the jungle that provides ample scope for the brute tiger to roam about freely and incur terror and horrifying air around Sir. Your tiger resembles some of the evil elements of our society who even have a beautiful strap of coating - of social status, power, influence and great degrees. Thank you sir for breaking the poetic silence. A much awaited Sun has risen again. Regards. Subhas