Tiger Hunt

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 – “Banerjee 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 risk again for my damn wife!!!!

– Anonymous

Submitted by:
Meera, who says “This is a hilarious poem written by a Bengali school teacher. It’s pretty old.”

I tried tracking down who this was written by, and found this poem being run in multiple places without a name against it. Anyone who knows more, please help?

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