Here lies the tiger,
in sadness and grief.
For he was the one to suffer,
and he is the one to leave.
To the world of heaven he goes,
where there is no return.
With no joy but sorrow,
and his life the children have borrowed.
People killed him for their sake,
and all the protection measures were fake.
no condolence for them to keep,
and the tears of the cubs are really deep.
His beloved there crying,
in the expression of sigh.
People cheated her and borrowed,
his lover's bone and his life.
Here goes his soul,
to the god of mercy.
People tying him in chains,
to do their hand dirtry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Vidhi k. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.