Every Action Is Guided By Inborn Sense

Every Action Is Guided By Inborn Sense short poem

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Rear a cub of a tiger from the day one
Raise him, as absolutely alone

Care him, like your child
Never think, he is not wild

Involvedly with you, he may play
Your actions, he may replay

With your care, he may have grown
Even on a chance, he may not dare to decrown

When you take him to a forest, he may roar
On seeing a prey, his pulses may soar

Only to chase the prey, he gets tense
As every action is guided by inborn sense

If released, exactly at the throat of deer, he shall catch
In the same way like every wild tiger, precisely to match!

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V.MUTHU MANICKAM

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Blessed with the chance to be nurtured with the nature, the Author hails from a small town, downhill the Western Ghats of India. He is a double Post Graduate -in Commerce and in Management and also a Graduate in law. He is a Civil Servant serving the Government of India in the rank of Deputy Commissioner. He has published 14 (Fourteen) Collections of poetry (in English). 11 Books were published during 2014, 2 during 2015 and 1 during 2017. These 14 eBooks cover a host of genres and are live at http://www.amazon.com/MUTHU-MANICKAM/e/B00QU55536.
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Aloke
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A nice poem of good imagery.

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