Green Grass

Gallantly come the little lambs and hug
replenishing fields of fruits and flower
enormous spread of food in the flora
eden is here all to themselves
no intruder, not even man can disturb this calmness.

blossoming kitty-love

A vast lane stood yellow and untrodded,
Two little cubs with stripes took a walk here, 
The blue expanse above bore witness there -
The two stripped balls flickered around,
With their tales wavering through the wind,
Little seeds of romance blossoming in the forest
Kitty-love blooming in and out gently in them -
For this is love formed in purity, in innocence,
None shall empower these little hearts, but -
Love for each other will always rule them.

large-hearted gentleman

​ ​Thence from the lush green forests,

Heroically marches the emperor,

Elegant in the stature, he comes,

Triggering fear and tense in mortals.

Intense are his dreadful hands and feet,

Ghastly in his ways of a predator,

Earnest to his kind own, velvety muzzle -

Reaching out with boundless courage,

Risky is the large-hearted gentleman.

Onerous he is and needs to be tended to.

A reverie in sight are his hunting tricks,

Reasons million to worship this beast,

Surreptitiously mars his prey and wins.

undying panda fad...

Playing through boughs and lazing around,

A buffet of feast on fingers licking round,

Nothing too soon can bring me on ground,

Day after day I hang and make good sound,

A panda's love it is, so adored and crowned.

The Secret Life of Tigers

The summer days are taxing for the tigers,
Cubs clamber trees, make marks and play,
While the mother conserves her energy.
The period is exhausting, waters evacuated,
The rare sight is visible near the dried ravine.
Playful cubs, watchful mother, careful father,
The family rules the burning grounds here.
Indian deserts, central territory bears pug marks,
Battles fought and won, the family survives,
Not any intruder dare touch their lives,
For the intruder finds death in the claws.
A rarity, for never a grown male comes in,
To the family he heads, and stays to protect.
Secret life of the tigers go on to sing its tale.

Tale of the Blue and the Stripes

The deserts of India stood barren and naked,

While the nilgai roamed the short shrubs.

On land was nothing but sweltering sun,

The prey stood alone grazing its food.

Stealth in pace, came the beast's paws,

The eyes took heed of the bluish coat,

Made its aim on the white patched neck,

Least bothered of the adorned, sharp horns.

Stripes once again shined enormously.

The blue bull sensed its predator and ran,

It made its way through the open land.

Unhurriedly the beast retreated its aim,

And the wait continued, the story unended.

Vast lanes of the desert witnessed peace.

Midwife of the Savannah Lane, Another Story

On the burning ground, I stand in need of a personal space,

And I crouch to eye my prey in hazed air with light fumes.

He grazes gently the newly born grass, I see in him my food.

I get a closer sight on him, his antlers sharp and shiny,

He could kill me with those, but he lacks, completely,

The knowledge of his strength, which is my strength,

He notices the black stripes on brown fur, and I chase,

Jumping at good height, he paces his speed and escapes.

I miss my shot today also – my cubs will have to starve again,

I was mistaken – my prey was not a complete fool, for –

He exactly knew where to pool in all his vigour, clever one,

And he won, while I retired to the dense marshy land defeated.

Midwife of the Savannah Lane

It was sunset, the flaming orb of heat was descending

The land was in clear hues of orange and blood red

Savannah had its share of warmth for the day,

Yet one beast was not satisfied, gazing with sharp eyes

Its will was perspiring heavily, the glorious spots shined,

The gazelle's brute stood there camouflaged in the dry grass

Unhurriedly the ghost took its steps one at a time,

The victim came closer to the vision and scoot -

Running for life was the goal, with surpassing speed

The little creature too ran. Savannah lane stood witness

The spotted expeditious critter had its gift of red

The red smeared over the cheetah's mouth and paws,

Content, it retreated to its humble abode of woods

The cubs were safe, the mother fed the babies

And life continued in the vast lanes of Savannah.