Tiger
I have a tiger close.
It doesn't have yellow and black
strips on its body,
neither does it have a body in the
first place.
It attacks only when I let it attack.
Sometimes I feed it so much,
that it leaves me resentful,
tired, indifferent.....
Today, I'll starve the tiger
that is slowly chasing away
people I hold very dear;
calmness of my heart;
taste of bliss....
If some people want to start a fight,
I'll put my arms down,
and leave.
"Where are you going?"
they may ask.
I'll reply,
Walking my tiger home.
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