The cheetah
Tear-eyed and dotted
And spotted
Running into the wilds
With the burning,
Burning eyes,
The cheetah
Into the wilds
With the fiery wrath of it,
Bloody, brutal and bestial.

Cheetah,
The cheetah spotted and dotted,
Fiery and bloody
Running into the wilds
With the burning, burning eyes
An animal
Swift, tameless and proud,
A brute so bestial
And bloody.

Cheetah,
The bloody cheetah,
Brutal cheetah
With the burning, burning eyes
Pouncing into the forests
Wild and fiery,
Dense and deep
And the deer running for cover,
Fleeing and fleeing
For safety,
Hiding and hiding to save.

Oh, the rule of the wild I could not,
The rule of the jungle
And those of the jungles
Where wrath held its sway over,
Furies ran wild,
Ferocity visible
And the monsters
Having their turns
Into the forests
Of ignorance!

But with the clearance of the forests
Wild and stretchy
The number has dwindled
And it is difficult to find
The cheetahs
Running into the forests
Dense and deep,
The cheetahs spotted and dotted
And printed,
Wild, swift and proud
With the jaws and claws of its own,
Paws bloody, brutal and bestial.

Bijay Kant Dubey

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