Through the jongole I am went … On shooting Tiger I am bent Boshtaard Tiger has taken my 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 my damn fool heart Taking care not to be sheeting in 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 - “Bannerjee 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 smelling Bengalee He bounding from cave like footballer Pele I run shouting “Kali Ma tumi kothay gele” Through the jongole I am running With Blowdy Tiger on my tail closer looming I am sheeting and telling that never in life I will take risk again for my farked up “WIFE “!!!!! ♥