The Cheetah Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The cheetah, Indian cheetahs
I think about,
The speckled animal,
Spotted and freckled
With the two stripes
Of tears flowing
From the eyes to the nostril,
Golden brown
With the beauty spots
Making it golden speckled
And freckled.

The sun glistening and flashing over
And the cheetah
From its hide-outs
Of rocky, bushy and hilly
Domains and habitats
Taking water
From the stream
At dawn break
In that solitude,
Away from human haunt
In between the hills,
Its clusters and ranges.