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Post by Santosh Puthran on May 31, 2006 6:27:08 GMT
Through the jongole I am went On shooting Tiger I am bent Bustaard Tiger has eaten wife No doubt I will avenge poor darling's life
Too much quiet, snakes and leeches But I not fear these sons of beeches Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start But noise is coming from d**n fool's heart
Taking care not to be fright I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight Should Tiger come I will shoot and fall him down Then like hero return to native town
Then through trees I am espying one cave I am telling self - "Bholanath be brave" I am now proceeding with too much care From far I smell this Tiger's lair
My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start to pray I think I will shoot Tiger some other day Turning round I am going to flee But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting this Bengalee
He bounding from cave like football player Pele I run shouting "Kali Ma tumi kothay gele" Through the jongole I am running With Tiger on my tail closer looming
I am a telling that never in life I will risk again for my d**n fool wife...
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