Whiite Paper Of A White Tiger
WHITE PAPER OF A WHITE TIGER
At my very door step
Exactly on the same time;
They serve me a square meal
Of chopped up, weighed fresh meat
Tested and vitaminised
Bucket-full of ready feast
…….no ….no…..I am not a VVIP
But, jailed for years
As a rare Bengal beast
One way, I am quite happy
That I need not have to labour
Or strain myself for a small prey
They are treating me as an ‘ex-ruler'
Loss of freedom - I do not even bother
In view of the respects
Care they offer, I feel much better
Than a loner in the forest
Sometimes, I may not be hungry at all
And have to skip a meal
On a long nap in my cellar
Quickly, they will move me
To the veterinary lab
Until they certify that nothing is wrong
Great people and their love and affection
Never allowing me to go fasting or dieting
I meet daily visitors of all sort
Joyous, sad, haves and have-not
Hanging on to the bars with awe and sympathy
As if I am at loss, punished or starved
In fact, through the dividing bars
Watchfully, I come across numerous faces
Dried up and charmless,
With no traces of happiness
And I silently, thank that I was so fortunate
For I can roar, walk majestically
Even under the terms of captivity
The poor people across, are cowed down
With invisible chains and cages
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poem by Santhana Louis
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