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Lancing Lion
I have a large muscular strong body frame
roam relaxed in the wilderness of thicket,
excel as a hunter of the wild animal blood,
once I set the preys as goal I hound them.
Labeled as the king of beasts, even then,
I don’t know why they call me a cat.
With masculine mane I crown my head
that seduces the lissome lioness in my den.
I like to lie with the cubs in shade of tree,
and lumber leisurely in the grassland,
can run the fastest under darkness cover,
strive hard to kill when we are hungry.
Follow stealthily the unwary alluring kill,
I can outrun the fastest fleshy gazelle.
Lunge like a lance at its slender neck,
and pin the prey down for a hearty meal.
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Subimal Sinha-Roy
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