The Year of the Tiger
Pensive movement; paced oscillations
My mind aspin
My freedom to win — this year
The Year of the Tiger.
Scorching heart ablaze,
Pulsating in this maze;
This cage — all around me — imprisoned
Would I be free,
Ever?
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In mergence with the jungle bamboo
Afar away from the human zoo
The Tiger is as one with light
Free as a shadow
Free from sight — of all,
Yet sighting all around him — a Ghost,
Alive only to himself;
Watching with cool surveillance — his kingdom.
Majestic calm,
Only the drone of the Tse-tse
Else, all else would be silent.
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And yet, arace is my heart, apace is my heart
In search for freedom from this cage
I was born into,
In this the year of the tiger
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Three Tigers have entered my life — since birth
Their stripes astrangling what girth
That is left of me
Oh, to be free.
To be free to flee this tangle so set,
In this the Year of the Tiger
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In mergence with the jungle bamboo
Afar away from the human zoo
I too must find the space — between the stripes
Like the Tiger in tropic balm
And then only
Will there be a calm — in my life
With peace and tranquility
In this the Year of the Tiger
ace