Saturday, 19 September 2015

The Words of a Dead Tiger

I still remember the time before my death, when I was being beaten up black and blue by the new residence at the end of the jungle that had hitherto been my periphery. All I wanted to ask was why was not I given any prior notice before I was made homeless, just like it happens in their world?
Last week, a few cubs had gone missing. One of our streak had gone in search of them, only to be attacked and chased down by the humans.
We are non - violent peace-loving tigers who growl only to protect our family, much like the humans. I was asking them the name of the person who had allowed them to cut down our habitat and call it their own, when I was mistaken as a threat and thrown pebbles at. I urged them to keep peace because I had come for a peaceful venture, but they got angry (or rather scared) and gathered groups of men who began hitting me with sticks. Unable to solve the issue I was about to retreat when someone hit hard on my head and I was alive no more.
Innocent humans had been so naïve with their intelligence. They had been depleted our species eventually, finding no other job, since the very beginning of their kind and now they have began a campaign for saving us. Yes, it is true that in the recent times we are increasing in numbers and our depletion rates have gone down, but on the other hand looking at the way our habitat is being gradually succumbed and the hostility we face upon our visiting their locality is a clear indication that they do not care about our survival.





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