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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Whiite Paper Of A White Tiger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHITE PAPER OF A WHITE TIGER</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>At my very door step<br>Exactly on the same time; <br>They serve me a square meal<br>Of chopped up, weighed fresh meat<br>Tested and vitaminised<br>Bucket-full of ready feast</div><div style="margin:10px 0">…….no ….no…..I am not a VVIP<br>But, jailed for years<br>As a rare Bengal beast</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One way, I am quite happy<br>That I need not have to labour<br>Or strain myself for a small prey<br>They are treating me as an ‘ex-ruler'<br>Loss of freedom - I do not even bother</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In view of the respects<br>Care they offer, I feel much better<br>Than a loner in the forest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes, I may not be hungry at all<br>And have to skip a meal<br>On a long nap in my cellar</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quickly, they will move me<br> To the veterinary lab<br>Until they certify that nothing is wrong<br>Great people and their love and affection<br>Never allowing me to go fasting or dieting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I meet daily visitors of all sort<br>Joyous, sad, haves and have-not<br>Hanging on to the bars with awe and sympathy<br>As if I am at loss, punished or starved</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In fact, through the dividing bars<br>Watchfully, I come across numerous faces<br>Dried up and charmless, <br>With no traces of happiness<br>And I silently, thank that I was so fortunate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I can roar, walk majestically<br>Even under the terms of captivity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poor people across, are cowed down<br>With invisible chains and cages<br>Their roaming and movements at free will<br>Doesn't make any sense to me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though, in reality and at this age, <br>I cannot hunt a tiny rat on my own skill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Louis Santhana</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Santhana+Louis">Santhana Louis</a><div class=q>
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At my very door step
Exactly on the same time; 
They serve me a square meal
Of chopped up, weighed fresh meat
Tested and vitaminised
Bucket-full of ready feast

…….no ….no…..I am not a VVIP
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