Monday, July 14, 2008

SAVE ME!

WHY DO YOU KILL ME ?
WHAT HAVE I DONE ?
WHY DON’T YOU LET ME JUST HAVE SOME FUN ?
YOU HUNT ME ALL MORNING,
YOU HUNT ME ALL NIGHT;
I DON’T WANT TO HAVE A FIGHT!

By Dhrithi (This is an anguished cry by the tiger)

4 comments:

YOSEE said...

Awesome cry for freedom and justice.

Dibs said...

I still feel like that sometimes!

Akash & Dhrithi & Chitra said...

'Save me' is the anguished cry of a Tiger!

HeyRam said...

Dear Akki and D2,

Your tiger post reminded me of one of my favourite poems from school... read on
-Adi

The Tiger
William Blake

Tiger Tiger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?