Winter Tiger Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Winter tiger
Has returned back while coming.
Why it was coming?
Really was there no need?

The more there was fear
At the time of its coming,
The more there was uncertainty
On its returned back.

The tiger only knows the values of life,
The tiger can only describe
The love story of fire and ice.

When the tiger is towards the sea
Hues and cries were there
Inside the house,
And the sky trembled.

The school children
Submitted their lives
To the Talibans.
The ladybug or the snake
kept themselves aloof.

When the air asked who is there
The happiness left the place at once.
Fear was still there but
The tiger already left the place.

Would you tell this tiger ordinary?
Whether there is any truth
About the existence of the tiger
Or not.
The truth is the fear,
The truth is the death.