The Tiger
The Tiger
Weak, feeble and meek,
The thoughts in me reeked,
As I struggled to paas the creek,
There I saw the person I loved,
And then I freaked.
The flashes I had,
Were of wounds and gashes,
You painted on my soul,
With all your curses and thrashes,
As your whip thundered,
My heart sank and soul shuddered,
As you bowed to show me respect,
I thought should I show you any mercy?
This time though I wasn't,
Weak, Feeble, And Meek,
For in the quest of loving you,
I became stronger and tougher,
I am now a ferocious and feared beast.
Spectators watched me circling around you,
They thought I was dancing around you,
They saw me prowling around you,
Didn't they think I would pounce,
With one blow I would finish you off,
Then on your flesh I will bounce.
They saw you with a hunter though,
They didn't know about my strong paws,
They thought you're the man of course,
They see you as intelligent and someone coarse,
How stupid are they?
They're unaware of my force.
As I know how I will finish you off,
Then would tear your flesh and rip you apart,
As I will dig my jaws in your meat,
Tasting your blood and would quench my thirst with the blood sweet.
As I see the light in your eyes,
The more lit I get,
They see you as a boss in the hood,
I am seeing you as my food.
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