Oh! Distinctive soul whose Amber eyes
\nGreat shining light balls
\nYou are so wise
\nWith a will of steel
\nAnd a heart of gold
\nSangari she is to behold<\/p>\n
300 pounds of muscle
\nWrestling with nobility
\nAn aristocrat from Rajustan
\nActively looking for a man
\nLives in a crumbling fort where time
\nHas locked her destiny
\nIn a rhyme<\/p>\n
Her gait is sure
\nHer way ahead, is equal to
\nWhere she was led
\nHe mother told her she would have to go
\nFind her own way
\nHer own show<\/p>\n
Live and die in this ancient place
\nIn India her guile and grace
\nAnd the fury of finding a mate
\na family and she cannot wait<\/p>\n
A warrior she had become
\nHer beautiful coat was woven and hung
\nIn such a manner, only she
\nWas camouflaged so beautifully<\/p>\n
Perfect natural markings she
\nPractised invisibility
\nShe stalked her prey with
\nEnormous eyes
\nWith a beating heart
\nFull of surprise<\/p>\n
She ran like the wind
\nAnd she leapt so high
\nShe Climbed up trees
\nAnd was seen to fly<\/p>\n
She hadn’t had Cubs
\nAnd was aching to
\nAnd 3 inch teeth could
\nSoon slice through<\/p>\n
This was her kingdom
\nWhere she learned
\nReally how to be concerned
\nOf the need to mate
\nAnd to make her play
\nTo meditate and to understand<\/p>\n
The way of life
\nThe need to be
\nA mother and a luminary
\nStarlight in her very eyes
\nThe vividness that mystifies<\/p>\n
The flush of dawn
\nThe glint and glow
\nAs she leaps down to the
\nStream below
\nMirrored there her whiskered face
\nPertinent to the truer space<\/p>\n
In her astral wanderings so to say
\nThis is where small fishes play
\nMindfully she tries to share
\nReally everything that’s there<\/p>\n
She walks lightly on the ground
\nHer readiness to so astound
\nHer expectations are everywhere
\nConfident and Clearly rare<\/p>\n
her veracity there is nothing false
\nAnd she can scare
\nThe living day lights out of those
\nShe chases for she likes to pose<\/p>\n
A reason to be on their case
\nThere is never a long chase
\nShe stalks she leaps
\nAnd that’s the point
\nShe’s gnawing on her favourite joint<\/p>\n
She really does have an appeal
\nWell proportioned she is real
\nHoping that her suitor will
\nCome to her and really chill<\/p>\n
It won’t be a long affair
\nAnd honestly she doesn’t care
\nAll she wants are Cubs for she
\nIs five years old and needs to be<\/p>\n
A mother for the first time who
\nShe can be and then walk through
\nThe spell created which will be
\nA picture of immaculacy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Oh! Distinctive soul whose Amber eyes Great shining light balls You are so wise With a will of steel And a heart of gold Sangari she is to behold 300 pounds of muscle Wrestling with nobility An aristocrat from Rajustan … Continue reading