A Poem....

This was something that was read out to me by a good friend... Subranil Majumdar whom we fondly call...Subro dada; at the insistence of another good friend Andrea a few months back... so if you can... you too should get it read out to you by a bengali friend with the whole accent added to it... trust me... it sounds a lot funnier than wat it seems when you try to read it... even if u fake the accent ;)

I am lucky enough to run into it again... go ahead and enjoy

Supposedly by a Bengali School Teacher… (So you know why i insist on having it read out...)

Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent

Boshtaard Tiger 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 Tiger come I will shoot and fall him down
Then like hero return to native town

Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self - “Bannerjee be brave”

I am now proceeding with too much care
From far I smell this Tiger’s lair

My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start pray
I think I will shoot Tiger some other day

Turning round I am going to flee
But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting Bengalee

He bounding from cave like footballer Pele
I run shouting “Kali Ma tumi kothay gele “

Through the jongole I am running
With Tiger on my tail closer looming

I am a telling that never in life
I will take risk again for my damn fool wife !!!!!