‘Royal Bengal tigers' are they called,
Known well for they are robust and bold,
The number of tigers earlier was more though,
The circumstances are upturned now.
Those who are greedy,
Are ever busy,
In a detrimental competition,
Harming the tigers in unison.
Devoid they are of humanity,
Since they keep on murdering secretly,
The pride of the nation, the life of the Sundarbans,
How can they call themselves humans?
It is the skin of the tiger,
They are after,
They do not even bother,
To, about the natural balance, care.
The scientists gravely wonder,
Why a tiger,
Turns into a man-eater,
The reason is there, not so far!
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