Poetry - They too have feelings!

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T-28, Star male, Ranthambore

You call me majestic,
I am artistic, my paws gestic.
Some harm me, they say I am atrocious,
But I the creation of God; I am intense, more sagacious.
You say my roar chills your spine,
Sending me in dark you want to shine.
I am wild but so are you,
I am no human but my eyes speak a view.

Comments

  1. Unknown30 October 2016 at 07:40

    A very beautiful and warm picture attached to those words Malvika, all the best for more, keep posting such :)

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  2. MOTIVATIONAL ENLIGHTENMENT3 May 2017 at 20:26

    What a write up! Wow ! Totally blown away by how you've described the tiger. Hats off! :)

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