In the wild do tigers chase
Anything they do not seek?
Needs fulfilled they rest in peace
Give a breather to the meek.

When hungry they search for food
At times their meal ambles by
Beyond their need to kill is rude
Why must for greed someone die?

We watch all this and yet not learn
That vision is what we must chase
And not money else we shall burn
In what is called a greedy blaze!

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The Chase - a poem

The Chase – a poem

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Arvind Passey
18 April 2016