Royal Bengal Tiger Of The Sundarbans
Panthera tigris tigris we call,
As you tread the grass with Kingly strides.
Travelers to the Sunderbans are mesmerized,
On seeing a flash of your yellowish-orange hue.
A terror to the smaller animals are you,
Who recognize the devil dwelling in you.
Can't you have a single dinner,
Without the flesh and bones of a formidable deer?
Your canines are the longest,
Among all living Felids.
Even honey collectors are not spared,
Who come to intervene in your habitat bloody.
We have made up our minds,
Not to use arms against you.
Had your nature made you a bit merciful,
We would have been obliged to you.
In spite of your ferocity
And all your vandalism,
You are unknown to the fact
That an endangered animal are you,
Dwelling at the brink of extinction.