Devil Poet

My Tiger






She roars
She screams
She cries
She weeps
like a tiger.
She groans
She moans
She roams
Like a tiger.

Just like a pet cat
I sleep on her lap
Finally I conquer her
She becomes
a pet cat.

At morning
She starts her day
like a tiger
I become her
sweet deer
for the day.

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