Save The Bustard Poem by Rohan Bendre

I am a Bird Which can Fly.
I am a Bird who feeds on Fruits and Plants.
Harming Someone is One Thing Which is out of my Capability.
Never Will I harm Neither Can I harm
Nor can I even Think of harming Someone.
Yet I am harmed and Murdered Just for Profit.
What Kind of Practice is this? .
Murdered for No Reason
And the Culprits are not even close to Prison.
Killed for my Body Some may Sell while some may even Consume
And Justice is Sleeping As it makes me Fume As People are Active in Troubling.
A Heinous Act is being Committed
And to take Critical Steps how many of you have selected? .
Several Ways to save Are in Existence
Little do you know in Entertaining My Flesh if your presence is Actively present
Then in the Cruel Practice your Contribution is Equivalent.
For you what is Entertainment's Definition
For me it is nothing but Torrid Tormentation
Because the Pain Endured by us is out of your Imagination.
What kind of people lay Emphasis on my use Posthumously? .

And the only solution to save us is Unanimous Unification Actively.
When thousands of you will take Meticulous Measures Then my safety will be Ensured Eventually.
For You it is Emphasizing Entertainment.
For us it is Traumatizing Torment.
Rapidly Required are Quickest Steps in Immediate Initialization
Or else We will be on the Verge of Extinction.
SAVE THE BUSTARD BIRD WHO IS HUNTED FOR PROFITS.