A Hunter Nearly Hunted - Poem by Tulsi Shrestha
I am a professional hunter by tradition
Managed a hunting program of a tiger.
To ensure historic glory of my hidden ability.
I marched towards dense wood with firearm
Climbed a tall tree to watch the tiger
I fired as soon as I noticed a matured tiger.
Due to haphazard, I missed my target
The tiger got frightened and ran away
With the high sound of bullet.
Suddenly, branch carrying my body's load
Broke and fell on the ground along with me
Due to rotten hollow and lack of hardness.
I tried to stand but I couldn't
Because of severe pain in back and knee.
When tiger felt itself safe and unwounded
It turned back and rushed towards me.
My heart pounded with extreme fear.
Hunter, going to become the hunted.
The tiger came near and roared with anger
I felt my head between his huge canine- teeth
Rushed heart beats skipped for a moment
As if the tiger going to tear, crush and chew me.
I confirmed myself, now, how unfortunate I am!
"No power of universe can save me from death"
Indeed, it was a rare moment of vulnerability.
All of a sudden, I felt release of
Pressure of blood stained tiger'steeth.
The tiger licked my face with its tongue
Passionately for a few seconds.
And left me safe and alone in puzzle.
I regained my conscience to think
Again and again with confused mind.
Is mercy of this tiger is because of
Compassion and love nurtured by
A sense of Fraternity and Divinity.
Or something else beyond my prediction...?
Suddenly me, awaken by sounds of
Drumbeats and villagers 'cheering, near by.
They all approached me with fathom joy
Praised for my unbelievable bravery
That made cruel animal like tiger to flee
Two alternatives left for me.
I have to manipulate a story
To be written, a glory of my achievement
Or throw gun forever and change profession.
For Peace, Equality, Justice and Humanity
Inspired by unexpected event in my favour.
A creation straight from the core of heart
Worthy to be read...Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
2019...4 March 12 pm
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