A Tale of the Encroaching Tiger
O hear ye now this doleful tale, unfold,
Of tiger fierce and farmers meek and poor,
Where nature’s bond hath grown so frail and cold,
And strife doth knock upon the forest’s door.
By night, the stealthy tiger leaves his glade,
To tread the farmer’s toil, his field of maize.
For hunger drives him, no abode he’s made,
And man and beast in fear do meet their gaze.
The farmer, trembling, bears his sharpen’d spear,
His crops his wealth, his labor’s golden prize.
But lo! The tiger, bold, yet wrought with fear,
Seeks not the man, but food ‘neath starlit skies.
Alas! The clash of needs both dire and deep,
A battle none doth wish, yet must unfold.
The farmer mourns his land, his peaceful sleep,
The tiger mourns his wood, his hunger’s hold.
Shall man, in anger’s haste, the beast condemn,
And rend the balance that the earth hath spun?
Or shall he seek a wiser stratagem,
To guard his kin and let the tiger run?
Perchance a way, where both may find their rest,
Where farmers till in peace, the beast confined.
A fence, a wall, a refuge to be blest,
That forest, field, and life may yet be kind.
O thou, who hear’st this tale of woe and plight,
Take heed of wisdom’s voice and mercy’s call.
For man and beast alike do share the night,
And nature’s realm was made to hold us all.
Let not the spear decide the tiger’s fate,
Nor hunger lay the farmer’s dreams to waste.
But forge a path where both may yet create,
A world of harmony, and lives embraced.
So rise, ye hearts, and set your minds to deed,
Let compassion’s light your actions frame.
For tiger fierce and farmer, both in need,
Deserve a world where none may bear the blame.
This task be ours, to heal the bond once torn,
And save both man and beast from sorrow’s scorn.
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