I used to write poems when I was studying in college. Later I thought that the poem is something that can’t bring a change. But I was wrong. The poem is the best as a deterrent.

“A Tiger died,

A Tiger died but he was killed,

He was killed by killers and protectors,

Protectors for they couldn’t stop killers,

A Tiger died,

For his well wishers were fast asleep,

Fast asleep for they lived within themselves,

A Tiger died,

For the sins of humans,

Humans those I also fall among,

But I wasn’t called for,

But you can also say so,

A tiger died,

And we talked and wondered,

And we blamed and cornered,

But a Tiger died,

And we said ‘But’ and ‘Why’,

But a Tiger died,

And leaving behind a vacuum,

He left us to kill ourselves,

For if straight or otherwise,

We wouldn’t kill a Tiger,

For there won’t be a Tiger,

 We will kill each other,

The Satan will laugh,

And the Earth will cry,

But there wouldn’t be any help,

A tiger died.”