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The tiger is the most beautiful of all animals. It is elegant and graceful yet robust and fierce. The irony is that the time when it looks the most attractive is when it is chasing its prey. If I say this in a public discussion, I am sure to be a victim of their raillery. Most of them would assert strongly that the most adorable, lovable, innocent and friendly animal is the dog and no other animal can be traded for it. Agreed! Completely true. But I ask, is it equally capable? Does it have the physical stature of a tiger? Can it look elegant and fierce at the same time? The answer is 'NO'. No other animal family has the valor of the tiger. The tiger has small assets which distinguish it from all other animals. I'll tell you some amazing facts about the traits of a tiger during its chase for its prey,that we fail to notice very often.                          The tiger,if not in a mood to hunt,relaxes in dry grassy areas where it is camouflaged because of its typ

I have a dream, To make a mark In the world of cream With a different spark. I see myself independent Needless of any aid, Getting great respect unprecident And a zeal that does not fade. I have a dream to touch the skies With a head held high with pride To prove my worth to the cynical world And walk with a zealous stride. Pray, why should my yen for such a life Not be fulfilled?  My abilities not revealed? For, I shall fight till I get what I covet!

I would first like to mention that this concept of meters was first introduced to me by a friend after which I took to finding out details and thought of sharing it with my readers. Special thanks to my friend... I know many of our readers are not too keen for poetry appreciation. Reading poems can be tedious sometimes. In that case, mine, would be the best example. The fact that I write poems myself does not help me to develop interest in poetry reading. No doubt, poems make facts sound very beautiful. They also add rhythm to your monotonous read. Yet, you fail to appreciate it. Why is that? What is it that you do not understand in poems and so are refrained from reading them as regularly as you read prose? Let me help you find out. Poems have feet! Might sound bizarre. Read on… So what is a foot? A foot is essentially a set of syllables. The syllables may be stressed or unstressed. For those who have forgotten what syllables are: they are simply distinct sounds made by the tong