A Collection of Poems

Blue Tigers

Started as mere cubs,
Today they are tigers.
Bearing the strength of one Atlas
On their young shoulders.
Defenders of the Mother's glory
Middlemen 'presenting he prosperity,
Frontmen formidable,
Reminiscent of her strength.
As they championed and conquered the world
Mother,did she smile and cry.
One son flashed her symbol to men
The other cried"See,we did it Mother!"
Eleven soldiers were they standing,
A few more at the back,
They were descendants of her jewels,
Souls of the Immortals.
Win they did her glory of the world
And gift her that throne
Behold the Mother in her majestic glory,
Behold her tigers,painted in blue.