Category: Poems & Couplets.

For all who appreciate poetry – not sure of the origin of this- it
says ‘Colonial poetry of the Raj’, but whether genuinely written by
Rangaswamy or spoofed by someone else, it definitely is super.
Deep in jungle I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent
Bugger Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I avenge poor darling’s life

Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But am not feared these sons of beeches
Hearing loud noise I am jump 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 fall him down
Then like hero return to native town

Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self – ‘Rangaswamy be brave’
I now proceed with too much care
From nonsense smell this Tiger’s lair

My leg is shake, I start to pray
I think I shoot Tiger some other day
Turning round I am going to go
But Tiger giving bloody roar

He bounding from cave like shooting star
I commend my soul to Kali Ma
Through the jungle I am went
Like bullet w ith Tiger hot on scent

Mighty Tiger rave and rant
Rangaswamy shit in pant!
Must to therefore leave the jungle
Killing Tiger one big bungle!!

I am telling that never in life
I will risk again for damn fool wife


Weekend Gone

Mondays come when sundays go,
fun filled weekend gone moments ago.
its time to work, I had my break,
load me up, as much as I can take.