Saumya Gilra (Rajasthan)
He looks at us with glowing eyes
when he approaches he hears the jungles hue and cry,
With gorgeous stripes orange and black
whitch move along their forest track,
But now this animal is behind bars
nothing to do but stare at the stars,
Now he's sure to take revenge
whether its anyone: foe of friend,
He's locked up, so there is nothing he can do
So please help our striped friends:
Its all up too you! !
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