It walked around the forest,
Like it has lost everything,
Catching a prey once in a while,
To quench it's hunger,
Gone were the days
When it roamed freely,
Always watched by poachers now,
Escaping bullets by a hairbreadth,
Forest shrunk in size,
Its kind not many living,
The tiger roamed afraid
Everysecond alone,
Lest it shot and skin kept
In a richman's home,
Wondering his birth
Was ever possible,
Since he has forgotten
The parent's memory from his brain,
Both who were killed
And taken by poachers,
His own wilder nature
Making the hunter hunted,
It lived a life of fear forever,
Till the men decides not to kill
His kind out of mercy
And the preservation of his species.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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