Tyger wants a Meteorite Old version
- Suhas Kumar
Tyger Tyger turning white
with the fear of the inevitable
- the gin traps, poisoned carcasses and streams
- the live wire hanging
- from power-lines
- and
- a bullet aimed straight to the brain
Tyger tyger turning white
with the fear of the known
- his home turned into villages and towns
- damned with the dams
- choked with weeds
- crissed- crossed by highways, canals and garlands of hotels
- and his sleep disturbed by noisy vehicles, pestering elephants topped by
gawking tourists
Tyger tyger turning white
with the fear of the solicitous
- they make a lot of hue and cry
- it looks as if they will do or die
- yet the real issues sit on the self
- and the tiger gets but a little help
Tyger tyger turning white
with the fright
of the unknown
wishes for a meteorite, soon
Dinosaurs were lucky, he thinks
for they were gone
before they could know.