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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