The Tiger

I walk my tiger home from office straight A furious and fiery volcano And let it loose on those who are soft target Letting the steam off my inferno Those at home do understand my tiger Initially they used to be scared and surprised When they saw my boss was a viper My pain and anger they easily realized I have trained my tiger not to be ferocious And of course it is not a man eater It hollers and howls but is not atrocious Though some call him a habitual wife beater Tiger is a reservoir of wild energy The child in us wants to roam like a tiger At times the civility he fails to see Allowing it to come out from his natural fibre We adults do many a time turn children Forget the dos and don’ts of our society Come out the tigers and vipers hidden Taking leave of the sense of propriety Be that as it may it is a fact Very often when the bison roam There and then I do react And I take to walking my tiger home _____________________________________________ July 24, 2016