Miracle In Hell

By Twinkle Sharma

Grew up in the wild

With mosses and greens around

Learned to horse ride

Before even learning to walk

Grew up and started to eat

Only to devour them all

Those cows that fed him

All dreaded when he tread

Grew up and learned to speak

But left stings so deep

The poisonest snakes feared

Whose tongue was more vicious they wondered

Grew up and started learning

But who shall swallow the pride to sit upright

The noble wolves who raised dozens

Even not their owns, now they shuddered

Grew up to take decisions

The jungle feared the new leader

Oldest lions left with their pack

For now, a wild boar proclaimed that spot

Grew up to become the one they feared

This beast brought ruins so near

They ran and fled to save their flesh

Remaining prayed for a miracle in hell

Not each part of the jungle could be seen

For even in the darkest corners, there’s always a gleam

There was being raised a little tiger

Ferocious, but the one who knew, when to bite

He too grew up to walk To eat, to speak and to learn

Both born wild, but so distinct

One they feared, and one with control over instincts

How similar yet so different they were

Both so near, yet so far they were

Now, both grown up, they had to meet

Cause there cannot be two swords in a sheath

The tiger took it to himself

To help the weak

The boar was barbaric

From all he devoured

An army of fools,

Big-bodied and small brains, knows no rights and wrongs

Took some effort, but not so much

To throw the loser boar, aloof and far

Rejoiced the jungle

Applauded the tiger

Victory calls for a celebration

But now, a revelation

The tiger came forward

And took off a mask

Inside was a white lamb

With courage so vast

Shocked as they should be

Asked the lamb

How so timid

But brave you act

The innocent lamb smiled and said

All it takes is the courage to wear that mask

We all become the tiger

With a mere will to right the wrong

By Twinkle Sharma