Poetry:
Manu Manjil
The Tiger
It’s certain any day soon
papers will carry the news
of the tiger going into history.
The beauty we can’t touch
will be no more.
the faraway caves beyond reach
will be no more.
The dark secrets will lie scattered
in the Sun.
no one will walk hence
carrying fire in the eyes.
no one will pronounce the syllables of
apocalypse.
The cruel star of the primal Age will
disappear in the wild.
the beautiful tide of the green sea
will drown forever.
Even children for their sports
will enter the forest.
The density of the dark will end forever
the power of fear will end forever.
The green trees will be too lonely
to save the grace of the wild.
the forest will be a mere story deserted by
its hero.
Those who have left home for victory
will hence be shambling on vacant roads.
The theatre for tragedy will lie empty.
and the mighty and the brave
will disappear among things little.
Translation: Poet Himself
