The Tiger

by

Sankha Ghosh


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.



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