As a lioness, India lies
Watching the cubs' play.
Feeding them, at times
Growls, scolds then she lies.
The grass around her den
Sway as blooms in breeze.
UndertheCanopy, the cubs
Snores softly as birds chirp.
Mother swiftly moves away
To returnlightlywith a prey.
Sons and daughters as they
Be grateful to Mother, I pray.
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