When a child, I saw the tigers brought from
the jungles of
Shikaripara and Kathikund
and one dark evening I saw a lion
crossing over the bituminous road
near Ghormara jungle
sometimes the roars and growls
of tigers
could be heard late into the night
as the cows getting shrunken,
yielding lesser milk
and the village folks whispering of.
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