Right on the Bong!

Was thinking of posting some more snaps of Alex and Ceasar, but even they had to make way for this one...

This wouldn't have been possible without you, Juhi, so here's a big thanks ...

The lines of this poem are not the blog owner's, he is merely the publisher of these lines...


BONG GOJE HANTING


Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tigar I am bent

Bastaard Tigar has eaten wife
No doubt I will avenge poor darling's life

Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But I not fear these sons of beeches

Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start
But noise is coming from damn fool's heart

Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight

Should Tigar come I will shoot and fall him down
Then like hero return to natib town

Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self - "Bholanath be brave"

I am now proceeding with too much care
From far I smell this Tigar's lair

My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start to pray
I think I will shoot Tigar some other day

Turning round I am going to flee
But Tigar gibhing bloody roar spotting this Bengalee

He bounding from cave like phootball player Pele
I run shouting "Kali Ma tumi kothay gele"

Through the jongole I am running
With Tigar on my tail clojar looming

I am a telling that never in laiphe
I will risk again for my damn fool wife.