The Tiger And Its Double Poem by Subrata Ray

The Tiger And Its Double



Terror twisting storm,
Pipes its terrible horns,
The grandeur thunders,
The forest and landscape,
Panic be-seizes, who escapes?

Artist are you the double?
Of the vase of your creation,
On moment's art creates commotion,
As if the wrath of the Creator cyclones!

The Tiger And Its Double
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: youth
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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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