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There once lived a tiger
That was sharp as Ares.
True to its name,
A fearless, roaring beast.
Its eyes painted brown
Whose sharpness immense;
Its pads strolled soundless,
Ne’er betraying its presence.
Its claws sharper than knives
Gleamed a scintillating white;
Displayed,to terrified forest
The tiger’s tremendous might.
Yet, ’twas not its daggers,
Nor its Hawk-like ears;
That instilled in animals’ hearts
A crippling fear.
‘Twas its colossal courage
That echoed a monster vile
In the minds of hapless prey
Who stared,petrified.
Once,while fishing food,
‘T chanced upon hunters
Ten of ’em,with rifles,
Surrounded the tiger.
No fear lingered in its mind,
Only a glower loomed,
‘T stared dead in the eye
Its inevitable doom.
Having made up its mind,
It let out a thunderous roar,
With claws gleaming,it pounced,
As the humans stood floored.
Although they shot the tiger
And gained a hefty price,
They never forgot its valor
When it faced its demise.
There once lived a tiger
That was sharp as Ares.
That lived a fearless life,
Now rests in peace.
-The Forgers of Fantasy.
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The Forgers of Fantasy 
Oh my! What a stunning attention-gripping narrative poem. Shows how ‘wanton’ bravery can lead to anguish. I love this piece, my friend. Good use of stylistic and thematic devices. ❤
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❤ Thanks a lot! ❤
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You’re most welcome ❤❤
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Wonderful description and a true poetic story-telling feel to it.. I was hooked but sad to see the brave tiger succumb to the mercenary hunters.. How is that still going on in this lifetime? but..it is..sad to say.. Great writing Veera!
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😥 I cannot comprehend the motive behind hunting tigers..or any animal, for that fact. Such hunters really disgust me,by murdering innocent animals that have done them no harm! Thanks a lot,my friend.. ❤
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a wonderful tribute —
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❤ Thank you very much! ❤
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