Keenly I stepped into the jungle,
The days were early my age being little.
Startled by many a fish and a mammal;
Stung by a scorpion, I hunted my animal.
I swam by years with a fish, even flew in the air,
Aries they laughed. For the sight of unicorns my eyes froze in pair.
I still kept on, charged with gusto;
Rode and raided till I stumbled on a Leo.
Ah! That lion, I sigh. My eyes went wild.
For its luxuriant and fair coat, my cravings were all but mild.
Devastatingly debonair, smashingly handsome,
That lion of mine was aptly the king of his kingdom.
My hunter’s gun loaded, now that was all I wanted.
A hunter’s prize, the trophy on the wall to be of vaunted.
Stripping his skin, making him mine was all I wished,
But for that single sight of the lion, this hunter fished.
He roared thunderously! His gait - most elegant.
My gun though was loaded, plans now were less cogent.
As I observed its pugs day in and day out,
He stole into my routine my life, my intensions turning couth.
Delayed I my scrupulous plans, lowered I my gun.
Keeping the animal alive, watching him was much more fun.
It got accustomed of me, as I got of him,
As days flew, I praised the work of Him.
I’d enjoyed a fish dance in the lake once, long ago;
And my arrows of desperation got it in a go.
For many apart from that fish I remember, my heart beat;
And my soul lost them forever, after the hunter’s feat.
I glare at this lion today; smile, and it smiles back.
I have it not on my wall today, but I’m in its heart’s rack.
My gun lies rusted, for it enjoys its love now;
For the love of the Leo, learnt I, lust needs to go.
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