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Apr 2018
"Oh! There growls a sultry silhouette
The dense dreary poor soul
Shadow bickering seduction
As it swing round and round
But what's guarding it?
A Lord or his own companion
Who once lived or has been living
In its own pitiful pit
It's maybe a ghost, man
Gosh! Where has it gone?
Probably the darkest abaddon
To meet its other keen souls
And then the reverberation of rifle
Piercing the peace of the jungle
Arouses the croaked verdict
Defying the dumb appeal
An innocuous incredible creature gone
A tigress along with three cubs were shot..
Surbhi Dadhich
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Surbhi Dadhich  18/F/India
(18/F/India)   
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