Every year they are going missing,
From Parks, Sanctuaries,
From registers as they are christened
By T, symbolic of their species,
How the wild cats are going missing,
From woods, dark and Silence where ruined
Everything that nature offers,
Where they had all gone?
To which poaching den? Which heaven?
How they are going missing every day?
From parks, forests, Sanctuaries,
They are all going missing
Where they had all gone,
The twelve beautiful things?
Which den? Which heaven?
*Note : based on a report of the missing tigers from Ranthambore Tiger reserve; at least twelve tigers are found to be missing within a span of few years. In between 2010 and 2014, five tigers as denoted by numbers like T-31, etc, went missing. The poem is written as an awareness campaign against illegal poaching and killing of wild animals.
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