Poems About: TIGER

White tiger, wading slowly in,
Contented as can be,
Away from all your kith and kin,
You find tranquillity... read more »

The tiger stood and looked ahead,
So hot and near collapse,
But then all fear had all but fled
And gone for good, perhaps... read more »

In the dense jungle the poet hunter went
With his photographer friend, Mathew
Carrying a shot-gun that Jim Corbet lent
And a camera that was practically new read more »

Tiger's dazed and feelin' kinda frail!
Incredibly tryin' to late night drive by braille?
Gosh darn fire hydrant and tree!
Escalade crumpled - and now all over the tv! read more »

Walking out in the roses and the waves
Not knowing where I am,
And you not knowing why you feel the need
To bring your body so near to me read more »

Will you tell me what it was
the unknown of the known?
When you step into the eyes of stangers
you start talking without uttering a single word. read more »

LIKE A RADIATING AURA,
MY WHOLE BEING GLOWS OUTWARDLY,
WITH THE BURNING PASSION FOR TRUTH,
LIKE THE FIRE OF MY BEING, read more »

The tiger stared with full intent,
With focus, dead ahead,
With firm resolve not to repent,
Despite the sense of dread... read more »

Meka had a toy camera,
presented by her Mummy Manjula
for her birthday; read more »

Politicians are the commander of all evil spirits
Their belief: deities are vain trifles
They have vowed to devotion themselves
Damnation, shoes, or slap does not frighten them read more »

When solemn evening faded in
In this new neighbourhood,
The Bengal tiger waded in,
As silent as he could. read more »

Horses and rider diving through the hoop of fire
without charring a cell, the spangled girl
cycling on the high wire, the stern face
which governs tigers with a whisper of a whip, read more »