*Poem by an Undiscovered "**Bengali"** Poet**

 Here is poem I received from someone I love; thought why not share it, at least with my Bengali readers.............................hope they will enjoy it.

Through the jongole I am went,
On shooting Tiger I am bent,
Boshtaard Tiger has eaten 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 damn fool heart,

Taking care not to be fright,
I am clutching rifle 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 spotting Bengalee,
He bounding from cave like footballer Pele,
I run shouting 'Kali Ma tumi kothay gele',

Through the jongole I am running,
With Tiger on my tail closer looming,
I am a telling that never in life,
I will take risk again for my damn fool wife!*