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INDIA
They hunt, the velvet tigers in the jungle,
The spotted jungle full of faceless patches,
sometimes they're leaves, sometimes they're flowers,
Sometimes they're hot gold patches of the sun:
They hunt, the velvet tigers in the jungle !
What do they hunt by the glimmering pools of water,
By the round silver moon, the pools of Heaven
In the stripped glass and the bark less trees
The starts scattered like eyes of beasts above them !
What do they hunt, their hot breath searching insects,
Insects that blunder blindly in their way,
Vividly fluttering, they are also hunting. Are glittering with tiny
ecstasy !
The mud is flaming and the trees are growing
The very mud is gurgling in the pools,
Green toads are watching, crimson parrots flying,
Two pairs of eyes meet one another glowing
They hunt, the velvet tigers in the jungle.
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