The world is now the forest.
The tiger and the lion are the king.
All subjects are innocent animal,
Born for the king’s meal.
Tiger, the cruel king
Eats its own cub.
It becomes king
Only to make all subjects its meal.
The king is content
If it kills its subject.
The king is jocund
If it licks and sips their blood.
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Dear Poet, my dearest friend Alauddin, nice to have you here with your beautiful poem... Wish you pleasure in your poetic journey... Thank you