| A poem by a Bengali school teacher | ||
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A poem by a Bengali school teacher
Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start But noise is coming from damn 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 - "Bannerjee 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 pray I think I will shoot Tiger some other day Turning round I am going to flee But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting Bengalee He bounding from cave like footballer 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 take risk again for my damn fool wife!!!!! *********
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