Long Cheetal Poems

man cub Mowgli was to life once more,
in our boyish pranks in Kanha Park,
revived memories of Kipling’s lore,
from early dawn until moonless dark.

that joyous kid smiled within our hearts, 
as we drove through thick Sal,...

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there are dew drops on my whiskers,
as I blink my eyes to greet the morn,
I rise to my feet and stretch and yawn,
and saunter down to the shallow lake,
slowly through the tall tufts of dry...

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