White Bengal Tigers
Sabrina Nasri Nar
Those paws gently touches Mother Earth.
So serene yet ferocious since birth
Innocently hunting through the jungle
Tracking down preys like a true bengal.
The two complexions on its very fur
Some have faded or becoming blur
Have I just looked through my past?
Where my childhood is still wanting to last
Ecstatically yet lenient movements around the field
Looking at its disdainfully prey unconcealed
And revealing their monstrous side
Waiting for a served fare betide
A species of adept swimmers
Charmingly making soft waves across rivers
Paddling those menacing paws with gaiety
Not knowing the danger would happened swiftly
Sunlight flares onto their delicate coat
Beautified the pure colour with gloat
Round pupils with heavenly blue ink
A creature that shows jubilant with a squint
A varmint that makes a grim ambush
A majestic animal surrounded with the forest bush
Camouflages themselves as the mild wind blows
As they strike their victim like a shooting bow.
An exclusive marking on the top of their forehead
Resembles the Chinese character - A king that lead
Each stripe as unique as the human fingerprint
Cold sweat presences to me as I took another glint.
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