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
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July 24, 2016
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