This poem contrasts a tiger in the zoo with the tiger in its natural habitat. The poem moves from the zoo to the jungle , and back again to the zoo.
Here is the poem:
He stalks in his vivid strips
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 hole
Where plump deer pass.
He should be snarling around houses
At the jungle's edge,
Baring his white fangs, his claws,
Terroristing the village!
But he's locked in a concrete cell,
His strength behind bars,
Stalking the length of his cage,
Ignoring visitors.
He hears the last voice at night,
The patrolling cars,
And stares with his brilliant eyes
At the brilliant stars. 
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Hope you liked the poem.## RISHABH.