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The Tigress

Updated on February 5, 2013
The tigress is very protective when it comes to her cub(s). The photographer learnt.
The tigress is very protective when it comes to her cub(s). The photographer learnt. | Source

Dedicated to all single mothers everywhere, raising their kids alone, defying the frowns of the patriarchal society. You must be a tigress to ward off the wolve

  1. Hi Hubbies, long time no see. Great to be back. Here's a poem I wrote a while back...



    The tigress comes in my dreams
    I am not naive enough to ask "who is she?"
    I am much more naive than is enough
    I think I know it all! 
    The tigress roams around my subliminal boundaries
    She often becomes rampant 
    To protect her cub
    Just one she has left
    Did she have more? No further back story.
    But she follows me through, sometimes leads me
    To a jungle
    And an array share market offices 
    In a techno jungle
    Symbolic innit?
    And then I run through the offices
    The young yuppie managers asking me my whereabouts
    I say, I'm here for an interview
    That's an instant discussion killer
    They point the way to the HR room
    I don't care
    I follow the tigress
    Oops! She's gone. 
    She is obviously not visible to these people
    No one struck panic
    She went through them silently 
    In search of her cub
    It's lost again
    In a digital realm
    Digital but colorful throughout
    And laminated all over
    Laminated shiny grass and garden
    Like the one described in Eden
    Laminated shiny fruits and flowers
    Of vivid rainbow colors
    Colorman, colorman, what color...
    Roar! She's enraged again
    Infuriated leap over my head she makes
    I stand still, frozen in shock
    But when I get out of it
    I realize I wasn't scared
    It was too sudden a shock 
    For me to process fright or not
    The tigress finds her innocent cub
    Trying to cross a tiny toy water stream
    Barely a feet in width
    One paw, two paws
    One paw, no paw
    Wet! 
    Roars the tigress
    No tiger was man enough
    She's alone, 
    But she is not helpless
    For her baby, she can tame the lion
    All by herself.  
    
    And finally at the end of this poem
    Which wasn't intended to bring me an answer
    I realize it's her
    The lady I once thought I loved
    But I only rode the tiger. 
    


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      Randi Benlulu 4 years ago from Mesa, AZ

      Wow! An amazing poem! A must read several times! Thank you! Up and awesome!

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      Deep Biswas 4 years ago from India

      Thanks dawg!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. What a poem! Just wonderful as a reminder of the struggle that mother's have to raise their children. Passing this on.

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      Deep Biswas 4 years ago from India

      Thanks Gypsy

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