BONG GONE HANTING

Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tigar I am bent
Bastaard Tigar has eaten wife
No doubt I will avenge poor darling's life 
Too much quiet, snakes and leeches 
But I not fear these sons of beeches
Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start
But noise is coming from damn fool's heart 
Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight 
Should Tigar come I will shoot and fall him down
Then like hero return to natib town 
Then through trees I am espying one cave 
I am telling self - "Bholanath be brave"
I am now proceeding with too much care 
From far I smell this Tigar's lair
My leg shaking, sweat coming, 
I start to pray I think I will shoot 
Tigar some other day
Turning round I am going to flee
But Tigar giving bloody roar spotting this Bengalee
He bounding from cave like football player Pele
I run shouting "Kali Ma tumi kothay gele" 
Through the jongole I am running
With Tigar on my tail closer looming
I am a telling that never in life 
I will risk again for my damn fool wife...


Have a good day n keep smiling !!