To a White Tiger

16 Jul

It roams around in a cage of glass,
With royal posture and grim looks,
It growls at the onlooker on green grass,
Elegantly doing the routine catwalk on hooks,
Unknowing the pleasure it gives to mankind

The White tiger with its royal acclaim,
A pleasure to eyes and solace to mind,
Oh mighty cat you know not our claim,
Children excited, adults in full wind,
To have your view because you are so few

Once you did used to rule our jungle,
Though seldom people knew your value,
Many men indifferently struggle,
Your nails to tail they devalue,
Oh if they admired your beauty, so precious

Time has passed and technology at it`s brink,
No longer do men need trees for warmth or cool,
Entertainment is all around, plenty to eat and drink,
Everything seems a click away and men be-fooled,
Only to be entangled in more misery till extinct

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