Poem
Prathibha Nandakumar
The Tigress
He is the animal trainermakes even the fiercest of fierce animals
crawl, jump, stand on hind legs
just by the crack of his whip.
He puts his head between
the dangerous teeth of the tiger
pats his appreciation
waits in anticipation
of applause.
This tigress
that roamed the deep jungle,
terror of the forest,
now sits cross-legged in front of him.
Is she a tigress or what?
Someone once asked her about it.
She just smiled and brought out
her long sharp nails
hidden well under her paws
and scratched her head.
© Translation: 2003, Prathibha Nandakumar
From: Indian Literature (Vol XLVII No.3)
Publisher: Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi, 2003
From: Indian Literature (Vol XLVII No.3)
Publisher: Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi, 2003
THE TIGRESS
© 2000, Pratibha Nandakumar
From: Aha! Purushakaram!
Publisher: Nelamane Prakashana, Srirangapattana
From: Aha! Purushakaram!
Publisher: Nelamane Prakashana, Srirangapattana
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The Tigress
He is the animal trainermakes even the fiercest of fierce animals
crawl, jump, stand on hind legs
just by the crack of his whip.
He puts his head between
the dangerous teeth of the tiger
pats his appreciation
waits in anticipation
of applause.
This tigress
that roamed the deep jungle,
terror of the forest,
now sits cross-legged in front of him.
Is she a tigress or what?
Someone once asked her about it.
She just smiled and brought out
her long sharp nails
hidden well under her paws
and scratched her head.
© 2003, Prathibha Nandakumar
From: Indian Literature (Vol XLVII No.3)
Publisher: 2003, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi
From: Indian Literature (Vol XLVII No.3)
Publisher: 2003, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi
The Tigress
He is the animal trainermakes even the fiercest of fierce animals
crawl, jump, stand on hind legs
just by the crack of his whip.
He puts his head between
the dangerous teeth of the tiger
pats his appreciation
waits in anticipation
of applause.
This tigress
that roamed the deep jungle,
terror of the forest,
now sits cross-legged in front of him.
Is she a tigress or what?
Someone once asked her about it.
She just smiled and brought out
her long sharp nails
hidden well under her paws
and scratched her head.
© 2003, Prathibha Nandakumar
From: Indian Literature (Vol XLVII No.3)
Publisher: 2003, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi
From: Indian Literature (Vol XLVII No.3)
Publisher: 2003, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi
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