Doe's meat becomes tasty
when her dead body is kept buried for days.
This taste is in the tongues of tigers-
the saliva makes the tongues ever wet.
Still the tigers like dead doe's meat!
It's true that until and unless the prey is dead,
how can one take the meat?
A doe is attacked,
the tiger can snatch her meat from anywhere
as the claws of darkness attack a delightful day after sunset.
When she gets killed, the tiger starts to relish
as the century's darkest night appears with all frustrations and depressions.
I have watched this in National Geographic Channel-
Nirbhaya failed exactly to covey this picture to us
because a dead doe though satisfies others' tongues
is completely unable to move her own tongue
as she is dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A 10 for this one.Great allegory...