Wednesday, 10 February 2010
A Tiger's Soul
an unpracticed choir ,
chant they all ,
but the Tiger shall fall .
Save a Tiger,
to save the Tiger,
that rhyme with a reason,
but just a mere illusion .
1411 is the number left,
now , concern just abreast ,
all the reason and treason ,
point fingers at us in unison .
poached and skinned ,
on walls of pride ,
low it lies ,
still and dispirited,
“ It’s better to be extinct ,
‘cause we have no pride left.
We are still treated as leftovers,
and caged , while our souls wept “
Campaigns and Ads ,
are now just a fad ,
of marketing and brands ,
the story just so sad .
Orange , black and white ,
those colours that would fade ,
feline so fierce ,
for fear of share khan we ate
Go to a zoo ,
give childhood a call ,
have a last look ,
the number shall fall .
Their end is near ,
it's alright to fear ,
national animal it is named ,
now , another beast our children will fame .
// Replies worth an amend
Hadi Husain
chant they all ,
but the Tiger shall fall .
Save a Tiger,
to save the Tiger,
that rhyme with a reason,
but just a mere illusion .
1411 is the number left,
now , concern just abreast ,
all the reason and treason ,
point fingers at us in unison .
poached and skinned ,
on walls of pride ,
low it lies ,
still and dispirited,
“ It’s better to be extinct ,
‘cause we have no pride left.
We are still treated as leftovers,
and caged , while our souls wept “
Campaigns and Ads ,
are now just a fad ,
of marketing and brands ,
the story just so sad .
Orange , black and white ,
those colours that would fade ,
feline so fierce ,
for fear of share khan we ate
Go to a zoo ,
give childhood a call ,
have a last look ,
the number shall fall .
Their end is near ,
it's alright to fear ,
national animal it is named ,
now , another beast our children will fame .
// Replies worth an amend
Hadi Husain
The color of the fire
in the tiger
ignites a desire
to want the tiger
You praise the cat
for the beauty it possesses
You release that
"want" bounded by leashes
We want to see it in the zoo
We want to save the national pride
We want our children to see it too
Do we want to feel we really tried?
Poaching it is just a game
The Poacher still has no shame
Its we who are to blame
for we have given the tiger its name.
in the tiger
ignites a desire
to want the tiger
You praise the cat
for the beauty it possesses
You release that
"want" bounded by leashes
We want to see it in the zoo
We want to save the national pride
We want our children to see it too
Do we want to feel we really tried?
Poaching it is just a game
The Poacher still has no shame
Its we who are to blame
for we have given the tiger its name.
Ataullah Husami
Fire or ire ,
colours just the same ,
light a pyre ,
burn that mane .
That cat worthy of praise ,
that desire worthy of shun ,
unleashed ,the song sung ,
of tailing profits, they agreed to share .
Sanctuaries and zoos ,
museums that fool ,
all will be looking for pride ,
and they will find it too.
Tigers gone, cubs will fall short,
soon generations lost ,
our children shall talk,
of who the poacher was .
light a pyre ,
burn that mane .
That cat worthy of praise ,
that desire worthy of shun ,
unleashed ,the song sung ,
of tailing profits, they agreed to share .
Sanctuaries and zoos ,
museums that fool ,
all will be looking for pride ,
and they will find it too.
Tigers gone, cubs will fall short,
soon generations lost ,
our children shall talk,
of who the poacher was .
The ire of fire,
Underestimate it not,
Make as many pyres,
But fire cant burn fire,
You call it a cat,
I call it THE cat,
It’s never ‘sung’ its never but ‘hung’,
Tail it awrite, but wary, of you it may profit
Zoos in fools will sanctuary seek,
When the ‘fire’ is out to breathe,
Hope, it’s a truth that will never become a lie,
Fear, tis lie that can never kill fire,
Yes, our children will talk,
And so, cubs of the tiger shall ROAR!
Balance my friend, that is God’s right,
But the jungle my friend, that right is thy Tiger’s
Underestimate it not,
Make as many pyres,
But fire cant burn fire,
You call it a cat,
I call it THE cat,
It’s never ‘sung’ its never but ‘hung’,
Tail it awrite, but wary, of you it may profit
Zoos in fools will sanctuary seek,
When the ‘fire’ is out to breathe,
Hope, it’s a truth that will never become a lie,
Fear, tis lie that can never kill fire,
Yes, our children will talk,
And so, cubs of the tiger shall ROAR!
Balance my friend, that is God’s right,
But the jungle my friend, that right is thy Tiger’s
Hadi Husain
Don't Idolise a cat
for its just another animal
why call it "the" cat
when there are other "fourteen hundred ten"
Don't praise it for its shape
for there are a hundred others
who don't possess its cape
but have qualities much better
the pride of zoos and sanctuaries
are fueled with your desires
"Come here O'fools" the museum cries
"I'll show you the color of ire"
Don't fool yourselves
in saving the tiger
your wants you delve
and SHUN your desires
why save a cat
when there are trees yonder
think about that
and please do wonder
Don't Idolise a cat
for its just another animal
why call it "the" cat
when there are other "fourteen hundred ten"
Don't praise it for its shape
for there are a hundred others
who don't possess its cape
but have qualities much better
the pride of zoos and sanctuaries
are fueled with your desires
"Come here O'fools" the museum cries
"I'll show you the color of ire"
Don't fool yourselves
in saving the tiger
your wants you delve
and SHUN your desires
why save a cat
when there are trees yonder
think about that
and please do wonder
The pyre is ignited ,
pride left only with flames ,
like an insult to ire ,
soon to be extinct like a Tiger.
A cat , the cat ,
difference none ,
hung they were ,
and a song then sung .
Zoo and sanctuary ,
its entity wrong ,
rather a menagerie ,
like fools we throng .
idolise, we did not ,
that's why this call ,
a last tribute may be ,
for all its worth .
fool ourselves ,
let's say we tried ,
we tried to help ,
but got lost in our pride .
wondered we ,
about the chain and tail,
of trees , a trail left ,
and inevitably a cat's praise .
pride left only with flames ,
like an insult to ire ,
soon to be extinct like a Tiger.
A cat , the cat ,
difference none ,
hung they were ,
and a song then sung .
Zoo and sanctuary ,
its entity wrong ,
rather a menagerie ,
like fools we throng .
idolise, we did not ,
that's why this call ,
a last tribute may be ,
for all its worth .
fool ourselves ,
let's say we tried ,
we tried to help ,
but got lost in our pride .
wondered we ,
about the chain and tail,
of trees , a trail left ,
and inevitably a cat's praise .
10 February 2010 at 11:25 am
speeeechlessss...!!! :))