My brave Tigris you inspire me.
The way you prowl,
invading my distorted mind,
always ready and fierce.
Let me compare you to a golden Larch?
Patient when wounded and standing tall.
Born as Aries blessed the angry flowers of March,
when axed down you do a splendid fall.
Self love has its ways.
In the mirror I see your golden stripes, deep eyes,
thinking of your shangri dream-filled days,
passion for life mustn’t be hidden in olden ‘guise.
Drink up as you must restart with a lifelong heart,
memories through words, if Tigris and I – must apart.
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 