Author A. K. Ramanujan Purananuru 86 You stand against the pillar of my hut and ask: Where is your son? I don't really know. This womb was once a lair for that tiger. You can see him now only on battlefields. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments