White Lion is the only ruler, jungle world at large . No need to teach him, Has its own urge. Fight like a fearless king, With his thunderous roar. His demeanor explains that, He is a carnivour. Majestic look in his blood , Fearful is his glore. A blend of beauty and fear, Is compel to adore. Time flews away, Nature , custom it follow. Strength and power faded. His soul became hollow . Its glory became dull, That Make him repent. He toughen his soul, On him, the kingdom depends. Very conscious of the fact, Soon will stop beating his heart. Worried about his kingdom, Soul, unwilling to depart. ©Arundhuti Biswas #Lion