Paper though, yet it's a tiger.
Should I let it loose, or pull the leash?
Now I know the real culprit,
The pen is mightier than the sword
Through inert, dry darkness
When rhythm lights a torch
Nothing is more fearful—
So I've chalked a circle.Yet tigers hiding here and there—
Why do they roam even today? Keep off, out!
Paper though, yet it's a tiger.
It shouldn't be let loose, so pull the leash.