Tigers of Sundarban

In the mangrove swamps of the Sunderbans,

Lies a tiger with stripes as dark as the sands.

With eyes that gleam like the stars in the sky,

He stalks his prey with a hunter's sly.

Through the thickets he moves with ease,

With muscles rippling under his sleek fur,

He is the king of this land, if you please,

A predator that none dare to stir.

With a roar that echoes through the trees,

He claims his territory loud and clear,

For in the Sunderbans, the tiger is supreme,

And all other creatures quiver in fear.

But as the sun sets on the delta's edge,

He disappears into the shadows,

A ghost of the night, a legend in the flesh,

The tiger of the Sunderbans.