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She was a tigress but not cruel
Her long uniform stripes to some distasteful
She chose to display it grandly
For to such a life she was grateful.
She chased her prey in play
She also preyed to kill
Her stripes never changed colour
But some thought one day it will.
In her life there was good and evil.
Let me rewind to what had come to pass
Her cubs she fed to their fill
Each day a new flavour till one day...
She left them at the dead elephant carcass
Before the mid-morning heat she was gone
At water's edge the cubs kept playing till dawn
Many players came there thirst drawn
Amongst them the cubs learnt to carry on.
For she was a tigress of wilderness not culture born.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 7/14/2018 5:36:00 PM
Nice story...
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Date: 7/9/2018 9:07:00 AM
Hi Vidya.. so glad I came across your terrific poem this morning. Reading poetry gives me life energy. Yours gave me a boost!
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