Dear humans, you stand as tyrants before all. You have become the predator to the prey.
A night to the day.
A tall to the short.
A strong to the weak.
An escaped to the caught
A canine to the beak.
Humans, how clever are you? Through all materialistic things, you combine power and wealth.
For the one thing that sets me apart from a zebra is not stripes, but the strength.
Over the years, biology has explained how well the ecosystem is balanced.
But a man hunting down a beast, since when did that happen?
You must have heard of the saying, “A tiger doesn’t lose sleep over its opinion of sheep”.
But, have you ever bothered to hear my screams and cries when your dagger wounded me so deep?
My majestic face may show no mercy. My elegant body may seem an illusion, yet I am just a prey inside.
My eyes don’t merely reflect your emotions, let me know you, show me the things you hide.
For years, I wandered like a nomad, searching for harmony, peace and love within my kith and kin.
And finally, I found this solitude, within.
Doesn’t your conscience prick you poachers every time you kill me?
What has the world come to, killing your fellow living beings, how cursed are we?
The project tiger in India brought about a difference in forests, reserves and relief.
But, did it bring a change in your minds and clichéd beliefs?
Humans, please open your eyes and look around you
We are dying at hazardous rates, isn’t there anything you can do?
The forest animals have feared me for centuries, shivering with a shrivel of a leaf under my paw as I’d walk.
But then, one day, all my power and strength crumbled to nothing when I saw my own siblings with 3 bullets, through their heads being shot.
Friends, let us see it this way, imagine you are in my place, being mercilessly killed for strolling in your habitat.
Would you like it? Being deprived of your very right to live? Or just sit back, fake a laugh and clap?
Friends, you are all blessed with a wonderful gift, the power of speech.
We are indiscriminately killed , look at you yourselves and preach!
I shall vent it out now, aren’t you all ashamed of yourselves, selling our flesh and skin for a briefcase of money?
God forbid, aren’t you all sinners, souls from hell, a place where it’s never sunny.
Alas! I have nothing more to say!
Walking through the forest , free of torture and the wrath of humans, when will come my day?
I shall be feared, my confidence and posh shall enhance my demeanour.
And I for sure, will await that day. For, I am the tiger.
– S. R