The Tiger

You are roaming
in the dense
With your gait
and hunting.

You run after the prey.
You run
till they will exhaust
and lay on clay.

Then you tear the flesh
with your sharp teeth.
Your claws ally with them.
Sometimes you also hunt fish.

You are defamed
for your notoriety.
When you enter village,
all people are alarmed.

It seems thundering
when your voice rise.
At night your two eyes
are like torches of search parties.

But when you feed
your Cubs.
Then your eyes
brimmed with affections.