Tiger is not there

And where is the tiger
That remained silent so long
With crow's flying
With cuckoo's crying.

And where is the tiger
No time to search
No time to research
And I realized for which
I came and for what I am here
And to where I am going
Without the tiger that was
With me since the time of fore fathers.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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