A contemporary tale of role - reversal (Do not Kill the Tigers)

When it waits for its mother in the night, the country stares at its
statistics with the numbers spiraling down with each passing day. The
baby tiger loves its mother like any other living being but it is just
another species which lacks that affinity or probably is blinded by the
worldly lust of money. Had there been a time machine, William Blake could have
been approached and ordered for critical changes in his masterpiece where
he talks about the National animal of the country-
‘*Tiger Tiger* burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What *immortal* hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Immortal of William Blake’s masterpiece was never before so
mortal at the hands of the mortals of this world. Tigers in our country are on the verge of extinction today with only a few in number left to be killed. The
expression might sound immensely exploitative but the present state of affairs cannot be described in a better way. The ecosystem once allowed the
tigers to be carnivorous and there was a time they used to eat men. These
would have hardly known that their natural behavior would be
so fiercely imbibed by their co-animals, social in nature called Human beings.

The constant poaching of tigers in our country is representing an example of role reversal and had the mother tigress come back to its baby waiting for
her, she would have told it a story which would start vaguely like this- ‘once upon a time there was a tiger who lived under the constant fear of
being poached by men… Men are dreadful beings and all tigers have to try and
their lives from them…..’

With the hope that the baby tiger’s wait will end when it finds its
mother back home to tell it a fairy tale, I urge you all to do your bit to stop that number from dipping down further - a meager *1411*.