unable to foresee your future plight...
You were once the sovereign of the forests and lands,
the fate of helpless prey, nestled in your hands
Your fighting style portrays that you are fearless and strong,
unaccompanied, solitary, rarely traveling in a throng
The trivial animals- gaur, antelope and deer,
survey your presence with unmistakable fear
Even the most majestic creatures bowed down to your power,
whilst the feeble animals would flee or cower
Unfortunately, as your strength grows, so does man's intelligence,
which is why the rapid dwindling of numbers has sadly commenced
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
beginning to sense your current plight
With man's knowledge and affiliation towards natural medicine,
arrives the poaching of your kind- for the lush, striped skin
The teeth, bones, whiskers, that people exploit
effortlessly overwhelm a tiger's hunting skill so adroit
Ignorant people hunt you- for no meaning, just to entertain
however, while it causes them pleasure, it causes your species pain
But more than that, is the heartless destruction of your home,
for without a suitable habitat, you cannot comfortably feed or roam
With the annihilation of your domain, comes the dearth of lumber
which exposes you in the wild, thereby steadily reducing your numbers
And then, as realization hits, you inevitably know-
man, the most developed living things, are now your greatest foe
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
suffering under your present plight
Humans attempt, in vain, to redeem their irredeemable mistake,
and hence invest in various projects that they wish to undertake
So they set up wildlife sanctuaries, and countless tiger reserves,
which somehow doesn't equalize the healthy surroundings you deserve
And your population is meager, and is consistently going down
by a batch of poachers who don't mind hunting, all year around
From being the supreme superior, the fiercest one to rule,
you are kneeling before select individuals, who are plain, heartless and cruel
From being the invaluable, irreplaceable symbol of our nation,
your digits are shrinking due to man- and their quest for urbanization
Certainly, the numbers of your species have patently diminished,
but let there remain a flicker of hope- your species isn't finished
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
Struggling to survive against your persistent plight
Good one :D
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