(December 29, 2020)
(i)Startled at the sight of another human,I growl, I roar, I pounce in defence, My paws hit the bars of the cell where I now live,Perhaps till my death it seems.On a fateful day of February, I was captured; the bagaan ka bagh was caught at last.If you ask me what was my crime, I’d never be able to answer,Was it my enviable adaptability?The land dotted with tea bushes and shrubs was a haven,Elusively I lived, disappearing into the undergrowth. Perfect space to birth a litter,Food ...
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