Denvor fernandez

(27/01/1988 / Palakkad, Kerala, India)

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon


What a dragon is Tibet?
Spirituality raises its trees
from the soil fertile.
Its culture emits breezes
from the north and the south

Then the tiger came
and hunted the dragon.
The tiger who had been
cut into pieces by hunters earlier.
The tiger came.

The tiger bit the tree
that connected heaven and earth.
The tree shakes.
The tree falls into the water
Splash!

The chlidren of gods missed
their school on earth.
The chlidren of earth missed
their school in heaven.
They cried.

The peaceful dragon is angry
It would take a form one day
which would make the tiger
tremble with fear.
The Chinese tiger will tremble with fear.

Submitted: Sunday, May 01, 2011
Edited: Saturday, May 07, 2011

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