Sunday, February 20, 2011

Rangaswamy and Tiger

This is a poem by one creative guy from my old school... No clue who the
nutty bugger is :)

Rangaswamy and Tiger

Deep in jungle I am went,
On shooting Tiger I am bent.
Bugger Tiger has eaten wife,
No doubt I avenge poor darling's life.
Too much quite, snakes and leeches,
But am not feared these sons of beeches.
Hearing loud noise I am jump with start,
But noise is coming from damn fool heart.
Taking care not to be fright,
I am clutching rifle with eye to sight.
Should Tiger come I will fall him down,
Then like hero return to native town.
Then through trees I am espying one cave,
I am telling self: "Rangaswamy be brave".
I now proceed with too much care,
From nonsense smell this Tiger's lair.
My leg is shake, I start to pray,
I think I shoot Tiger some other day.
Turning round I am going to go,
But Tiger giving bloody roar.
He bounding from cave like shooting star,
I commend my soul to Kali Ma.
Through the jungle I am went,
Like bullet with Tiger hot on scent.
Mighty Tiger rave and rant,
Rangaswamy shit in pant.
Must to therefore leave the jungle,
Killing Tiger one big bungle!
I am telling that never in life
I will risk again for damn fool wife.