A poem by a Bengali school teacher

[Dreamworks_naveen]

Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent


Boshtaard 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 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!!!!!

 

[AL1717]

 

[ashen imalka]

 

[deceylon]

Cooooo...l

 

[twisted]

patta poem eka thanks for posting lol

 

[Nanayakkara]

hehehe elazz