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How To Tell Wild Animals If ever you should go by chance To jungless in the east; And if there should to you dvance Alarge and tawny beast, If he roars at you as you re dyin;  You 'll know it is the Asian Lion. Or if some time when roaming round, A noble wild beast grets you, With black stripes on a yellow ground, Just notice if he eats you.  This simple rule may help you learn. The Bengal Tiger to Discern. If strolling  forth a beast you view, Whose hide with spots is peppered, As son as has lept on you, You ll know it is the Leopard. Twilln do no good to roar with pain, He'll only lep and lep again. If wher you walking round your yard.  You meet a creature there, Who hugs you very very hard, Be sure it is a Bear. If you have any doubts I GUESS. Hell give you just one more caress,  

A Tiger in the Zoo He stalks in his vivid stripes. The few steps of his cage. On pads of velvet quiet. In his quiet rage. He should be lurking in shadow. Sliding through long grass Near the water hold Where plump deer pass. He should be snarling around houses. At the jungle edge. Bsring his white fangs his claws. Terrorising the village. But he locked in a concetete cell, His strength behing bars, Stalking the length of his cage, Ignoring visitors. He hears the last voice at night, The patrolling cars, And stares with his beilliant eyes. At the brilliant stars.  

It  takes much time to kill a tree ,Not a simple job of the knife Will do it. it has grown Siowly consuming the earth , Rising out of it, feeding Upon its crust, absorbing  Years of sunlight, air, water, And out of  its leprous hide Sprouting leaves.  So hack and chop But this alone wont do it. Not so much pain will do it.  The bleeding bark will heal And from close to the ground Will rise corled green twtgs, miniature boughs Which if unchecked Will expand again To former size. No, The root is to be pulled out-Out of the anchoring  earth; It is to be roped, tied, And pulled out-  snapped out  or pulled out entirely, Out from the earth- cave, And the strengthof the tree exposed The source, white and wet, The most sensitive, hidden For years inside the earth. Then the matter Of scorching and choking In sun and air, Browning, hardening, Twisting, withering, And then it is done.

When the humid shadows hover Over all the starry spheres And the melancholy darkness Gently weeps in rainy tears What a bliss to press the pillow Of a cottage -chamber bed And lie listening to the patter Of the soft  rain overhead!  Every tinkle on the shingles Has an echo in the heart ; And a thousand dreamy  fancies  Into busy being start,Ang a thousand recollections Weave their air -threads into woof As i listen to the patter Of the rain upon the roof . Now  in memory comes my mother, As she used in years agone , To regard  the darling  dreamers  Ere she lift them till the dawn ;O! I feel  her fond look on me i list to this refrain  Which is played upon the shingles By the patter of the rain

MAHATMA GANDHI In fian we call mahatma gandhi bapu or Rashtrapita hus full name was Mohandas karamchand gandhi he was born on 2nd October 1869 at Porbandar in kathiawar gujarat his father name was karamchand gandhi his mother name was putlibai his wife was kasturba gandhi. Gandhiji lived the life of a common man and kept humself away from luxuries. He was very honest and truthful from his childhood. Once he read the story of Shravana kumar. Shravani used to carry his old and blind parents in basket slung on a bamboo toke.