Lions of Sariska

The lion is back.

You do bet on lions.

The tiger might come too.

But you don't bet on tigers.

The jungle looks empty.

Without the tiger.

Honey-collectors are sad.

Pollen is hard to find.

Their cousins manage it.

Frame by frame.

The rolling is done.

The spit is applied.

Rubbing completed.

If you don't see him.

It is certain that.

He is watching you.

But.

With pain and anger.

You wiped him out of Sariska.

And you almost wiped him out of.

Sunderbans.