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The Girl and her Tiger


Hey, amigos :)

So, I wrote a poem about a boy and a flower but this time it's about a girl and her tiger, whom she cherishes the most in her life. And no, this tiger is nothing like Shere Khan or Richard Parker :P

Esperando Que Les Guste...




Once upon a time
Maybe not that long ago
With the onset of autumn or so
A baby girl chortled her way into the jungle
Jaunting through it, she came across
Wonderful creatures to play along
No matter what the shape or sound
Each was exceptional to have around
But one that was dear to her heart
Was none other than the tiny tiger cub
Day in and day out she nurtured the cub
Hoping that someday it will become the majestic one
As the time passed by,
It became arduous for her to satisfy
The needs of the apple of her eye
Skeptical that maybe
She wasn't enough for the baby
Thought it would be better
To find someone else to cater
The one that would match her capabilities
The tiger chuffed and chuffed but all in vain
So it ran away to cease the pain
Even though she loved it to bits
was engrossed in trivial things
Didn't pay heed to the missing being
And no she wasn't all alone
Bumped into myriads of critters on the way
Some made her gloomy, others made her gay
But none could make her heart pound
Like the tiger when it was around
So she dropped everything and went looking
For the same spot where she first found it tripping
Skittered through the jungle to meet her baby
Ululated when she reached the site
As she saw its degenerated sight
Cursed herself for letting it go
Terrified that she might lose it again
Worked diligently so that it would regain
And this time around, undaunted by the amount of work
Wasn't going to stop, till heard the tiger roar...






~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse


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