Golden body, lithe and deadly
Thunderous roar
Deadly claw and fangs
Lightning speed of death.
Look a little closer
You will see
A mother’s heart
That nestles a fawn.
A lioness stumbled upon a fawn
Lost and alone
In place of devouring
She started mothering.
The fragile fawn plays with cubs
Nestled against her
Strange is heart of a mother
It shines above all.
By Sharmishtha basu
8.08.10
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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