If a tiger would come alive, <br />from my paintings and sketches, <br />Could you make a wild guess, <br />What it would be. <br /> <br />Would it be a young and macho breed, <br />With the vibrant stripes of black and yellow, <br />With his snarling ferocious teeth and whiskers, <br />Would he scare away the flock of deer at the river banks. <br /> <br />Would he attract the tigress in the thicket, <br />would he show his skills with a quick kill or two, <br />Would he roam around the jungle majestically, <br />as if he were the king of the forest. <br /> <br />Or he would be an old and tired tiger, <br />Who had seen his hay days with flock and kills, <br />His flashing carishma he can only vision in the river reflections, <br />He would just yawn and slumbers in the broad day.<br /><br />Jay P Narain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tiger-10/
