Jay P Narain - Tiger

If a tiger would come alive,
from my paintings and sketches,
Could you make a wild guess,
What it would be.

Would it be a young and macho breed,
With the vibrant stripes of black and yellow,
With his snarling ferocious teeth and whiskers,
Would he scare away the flock of deer at the river banks.

Would he attract the tigress in the thicket,
would he show his skills with a quick kill or two,
Would he roam around the jungle majestically,
as if he were the king of the forest.

Or he would be an old and tired tiger,
Who had seen his hay days with flock and kills,
His flashing carishma he can only vision in the river reflections,
He would just yawn and slumbers in the broad day.

Jay P Narain

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